In this post: William Powell, canned shrimp.
It’s Tuesday morning, 7 a.m., and I’ve been awake since 4:45 doing practically nothing except catching up on current events via assorted news websites. Also shopping. I just ordered a box of AA batteries plus the following DVDs from Amazon because they’re very old and very hard-to-find Philo Vance mysteries starring William Powell: The Greene Murder Case (1929) with Jean Arthur and Eugene Pallette and The Benson Murder Case (1930) with Natalie Moorhead and Hopalong Cassidy (William Boyd). Oh boy, people. I LOVE THIS STUFF!
Unfortunately, Bumble Bee canned shimp is so repulsive that I may never eat shrimp salad again for the rest of my life. Not only do these ugly little things taste like crap, they’re also tough, mealy, chewy, annoying, rude and smell bad. This definitely was NOT the shrimp experience I’d hoped for and eventually I scraped the entire bowl down the disposer. Bottom line: AVOID THIS CRAP NO MATTER WHAT. Stick with tuna, okay?
Schwan’s tasty frozen whatnots at 11:30. Today’s order includes four bags of Sam’s favorite mozzarella sticks and a box of really nice corn dogs, pictured below.
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