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Things You Don't See Anymore Part 3

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Let’s hope all dog owners who this back then could tell the difference! :eek:

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Ok, I admit, I may have done a few dumb things as a kid.

We were dogsitting for my aunt and that Top Choice was what she gave to her pooch, and the temptation was too strong. Its smell resembled meat, but the taste was non-existant, and had the texture of waxy plastic, almost like a drier form of play-doh. But most dogs only care about the smell, and scarf their food too quickly to taste it anyway.

And yes, I also tried a Milk Bone. Thought it whiten my teeth, too, as shown in their ads back then. (It didn't.)
 
Ok, I admit, I may have done a few dumb things as a kid.

We were dogsitting for my aunt and that Top Choice was what she gave to her pooch, and the temptation was too strong. Its smell resembled meat, but the taste was non-existant, and had the texture of waxy plastic, almost like a drier form of play-doh. But most dogs only care about the smell, and scarf their food too quickly to taste it anyway.

And yes, I also tried a Milk Bone. Thought it whiten my teeth, too, as shown in their ads back then. (It didn't.)
On a somewhat related note and I still chuckle about it…

In the late 60s, dad was still in the military and we were all living on a naval base. Mom had bought some canned generic cat food from the navy commissary. Being the “who can I f*** with today?” kind of kid he was back then, my brother found it, ripped off the label, and wrote “hash” in very black marking pen on it and put it back.

Mom picked it out the next weekend looking for something to make for lunch for her and my younger sister. Mercifully, the rest of us were all out at the time.

Baffled by the words “hash”, but not surprised, because the navy was prone to losing labels on cans and writing the identity of the contents on the cans, she opened it and put in a stove pot and proceeded to heat it.

Still baffled by the smell, but undeterred, she served it up. I guess they ate about half of it, before, she decided to make grilled cheese sandwiches.

Years after this happened my older brother informed mom of what he did. Needless to say, she was unamused.
 
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Good name for a band - Mutant Fruitcake. :laugh:
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In the 90s in Vancouver, I played a couple fill in gigs with a band called The Mutant Starfish. Their big number was a song called "Fun, fun, fun on the 401"... And their lead singer's schtick was deconstructing a giant blue Smurf during one of the other tunes ( I can't recall the title but it was on topic)

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In the 90s in Vancouver, I played a couple fill in gigs with a band called The Mutant Starfish. Their big number was a song called "Fun, fun, fun on the 401"... And their lead singer's schtick was deconstructing a giant blue Smurf during one of the other tunes ( I can't recall the title but it was on topic)

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I had a college roommate who was obsessed by Smurfs. Well, to be exact, he was obsessed by his hatred for Smurfs. I remember he made up the posters for one event:

"Free Beer!
Music!
Dancing!
BBQ!
Smurf Nuking!"