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| When I was a kid my Aunt Annie was my playmate. We were going to build a fort. We decided to use some fruit boxes that were piled next to my Grandpa's garage. The problem was that one of the boxes held a bee's nest. We were swarmed with bees. As I ran away from the bees I still carried the box in my hand resulting in many painful stings. Back at my own house my Mom and Grandma discussed what to do to relieve the pain. As a kid I sometimes got words mixed up. I started screaming that I didn't want vinegar on me. |
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| This is what I thought vinegar was. Vinegar and manure are not the same thing at all. I know that now. |
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| One day my family was having breakfast in the wood paneled dining room. I asked for more bacon. I was told there wasn't any bacon. I could see bacon on a plate at the other end of the table. |
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| Bacon and toast are not the same thing. I know that all. |
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| Moral of the story? Be careful when picking up fruit boxes that have been sitting outside. |
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