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Word of the Every So Often
whangee: (noun) either a specific species of bamboo, or the walking stick made from that bamboo. He got whanged by the whangee.
The Almost Daily
It’s Have a Coke Day! It was on this day in 1886 that Dr. John Pemberton served the first Coca-Cola at Jacob’s Pharmacy, in Atlanta, Georgia. Which probably explains why there is a giant bottle of Coke at Truist Park, where the Atlanta Braves play. Dr. Pemberton believed his drink had medicinal value, that it would actually cure things like depression and addictions. Well… it might’ve helped with your depression, but probably not your addiction, because it originally contained cocaine – ergo the name. Up to nine milligrams per glass. And caffeine. Would it get you buzzed? Hard to tell. A typical “line” of cocaine is around 50 to 75 milligrams. So, yeah. If you slammed down a whole six pack, you might get buzzed… or bloated. The Coca-Cola Company stopped putting coca leaf extract – cocaine – in their product in 1929. I don’t believe it was marketed as “New Formula.” So what’s really in Coke? Beats me. The recipe is a closely guarded secret that only two people know. When one of them dies, the other picks a replacement.
Cartoon of the Week
Another Day, Still No Zombies
Stuff
Playing Hide and Seek with Birds
Hide and Seek is the only game
that birds are willing to play.
Be warned:
They do not play fair.
They hide too well.
And they stay hidden long after it’s obvious
they’re not going to be found.
They don’t even come out for Olly Olly Oxen Free,
or whatever you’re supposed to yell.
Like it matters!
And why do I have to be “It” every time?
That’s not the way to play the game!
Comon!
We’re supposed to take turns!
Don’t they know the whole point of the game
is to be found?
To be found almost immediately
in the same silly place you always hide,
so you can run across the lawn laughing
with absolutely no chance of ever getting back
safely to a base that doesn’t matter?
Two can play at this game!
If they won’t play fair,
then neither will I.
I’m not going to count anymore.
I’m not going to hide my eyes.
And I’m not yelling “Ready or not”
or anything.
Not until the birds take their turns at being “It.”
And then they can come find me.
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