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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by Buckocaster51, Mar 29, 2009.
but when they are made of cellulose...
I can live me with somes...
I like packing peanuts, their presence means I have a new toy.
Just add the starch-based ones to the compost pile or straight into the garden when you till it.
Why didn't I think of that!
or wait until the next wedding you attend and fill the couple's car with them before they go off on their honeymoon...IF (key word) they have a sense of humor
I am eating peanuts.
The real ones.
Package says 14 grams of fat, 22 percent of my daily total.
Then it says a "serving" is one ounce of peanuts. One ounce?
One ounce isn't enough for a seven year old.
Darren Riley is using cellulose packing peanuts. Time for everyone else to step up.
This means everyone. Everytime I try and re-cycle/re-use the plastic ones, I get a lecture from somebody.
I like Jiff Peanut Butter.
I saved all mine and used them to ship guitars to all the LATE PAYERS on Ebay. Waiting 6 days for a Pay Pal payment begs for peanuts.
One day I was waiting for UPS to deliver a guitar I bought on the E Bay.
I blew off work so I would be there when it came & ditch all the packaging before my wife got home from work.
I was trying to keep the whole thing a secret from her so I wouldn't get hollered at.
Naturally, about 10:30ish, she comes walking back in the front door.
She said she left work because she was sick & wanted to know what I was doing home. So I told her I didn't have to be at the job until noon.
I thought she'd go up to bed. But instead she laid down on the couch & fell asleep.
So I told her I was leaving & went out & hid in my truck waiting for the UPS truck.
I couldn't believe it. There were 3 different UPS trucks that actually stopped at different houses on my street, but still no guitar.
Finally, around 5: something, I see a brown truck coming up the street.(I could have really gone to work after all)
I ran over to my front porch to meet him so he wouldn't wake up the boss. And I got the guitar & put it in the truck, then drove to the park around the corner so I could unpack it & dispose of the evidence.
Damn if that box wasn't packed full of peanuts, which ended up all over my truck, in my pockets & down the back of my shirt and all over the park.
I somehow managed to get everything cleaned up & disposed of, which took forever. And when I got home I waited for my wife to go up to bed & brought the guitar inside.
Luckily, she never noticed because it was one of about 6 red guitars I had at the time.
But eventually, when she started to notice the living room getting more & more cluttered, I did start buying guitars that weren't red & let her in on it.
But the point to this whole ramblin' rant was that the damn peanuts almost got me caught & I wouldda been in big trouble, which I admit I deserved anyway.
Oh, what a tangled web we weave...Funny story.
Yeah...I actually meant to say that at some point.
But I went on & on 'til I forgot.
The corn packing stuff tastes like offbrand Cheetos.