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That's nothing. Why is it when I am relaxing at home drinking beers I always wake up the next morning to find there is only one beer left in the fridge? Not enough to tip a couple back, but it is just sitting there calling to you so it'd be a shame not to drink it. So you end up going back to the store only to start the cycle over again.

 

not enough milk? not enough beer? ever notice how you always find "just one more" place to detail on your mini?

 

You're looking at this from a glass half empty perspective. After the cereal you can have toast which is served dry (unbuttered) here in Yurp and polite folk serve both the butter and the jam/marmalade first to their side plate and then from the plate to their toast.

Careful selection of butter and jam quantities means that there's always one of them that hasn't been used up, so you're always justified in taking another slice of toast in order to 'use up and not waste' the remaining butter and/or jam.

This, I believe, is one of the few true examples of a perpetual motion machine. Well, until the bread runs out, but then even Newton had that problem.

Andrew ut:

 

The moo juice issue is not a problem in our household, as we drink a fair amount of it, and always have a stand-by gallon.

I am with you on the hot dog-bun conundrum though. Who the hell picked 8 buns:mad2: I mean even back in mostly metric Canada, remember 10 based, they come in 8 packsut:

goaljnky, do what I do, buy more beer each shopping trip. It's not extra, it's in reserve:arf:

Mark

 

Nah, the solution is to take Goaljnky's extra beer, add Nate's extra milk, and use that concoction to detail the MINI's black trim, you know, that "just one more place" to detail...Pretty much covers all the bases, and probably works better than "Black Wow"....

You know, that butter/jam/bread/hot dog conundrum is pretty much off topic, so I'm not even going to address it any further....

 

The tube steak/bun issue is a math problem:idea:.

Buy 8, 6 packs of dogs, and 6, 8 packs of buns

About the off-topic thing, the OP brought those other issues up, did not hide things between the lines, will probably continue to post comments in the thread, and is very unlikely to report any posts.

Mark

 

So that's why you picked this forum, there is a conspiracy.

Mark

 

I was thinking the same thing:lol:

Mark

 

As for spilled milk, just don't cry over it.

As for all the innuendo in that statement, I just reported Nate to himself.

 

Get a pig and put him in the back yard. He'll eat all the extra milk, jam, bread, and hot dogs you can come up with. Pigs are smart, too, so you could train him to detail your car.

 

:lol::lol::lol:

Mark

 

Another conundrum, what is the true value of a mattress? They are always on sale.

Mark

 

This thread has taken on an almost Douglas Adam like quality, do continue.
Lotsie, you do realize that four 6-packs of buns and three 8-packs of dogs also gives you what can be referred to as tailgate-equilibrium.

On a tailgate related note, what did people do before pickup trucks outside of sporting events? Was there ever a time when people would go "Horse a**" before a game?

 

I always use extra hot dog buns for making little sub sandwiches.

 

It all depends on who's back it's strapped on to.

 

The whole hot dog-bun conundrum isn't even a true conundrum, at least not in Wisconsin.

Brats come in six packs, as does beer and everything else that's important. Brats came first, then buns, then hot dogs. It's that simple.

Hot dogs come in 8 packs for one reason and one reason only: they're made primarily of bat meat. By putting them in numbers that don't correspond to a proper number of buns, the bat meat industry has cleverly sidestepped one issue for another, recognizing that most people who buy hot dogs probably can't read well (or at all), but, on the other hand, can count to eight (although probably not much higher), but on the other hand (most people who eat hot dogs have at least three hands, courtesy of all the carcinogens) can't multiply. Figuring out a common denominator, obviously, is entirely out of the question.

So recognizing that these folks can't read, or read poorly, the bat meat people figured these consumers would skip the label and entirely miss the bat entrails thing on the ingredient list (as well as the surgeon generals warning prominently displayed on all hot dog labels) and go directly to something they feel more comfortable with--attempting to figure out how many packages of buns go with how many of packages of hot dogs. And, of course, since they cannot multiply, they almost always get it wrong. Which is the only reason the bat meat industry is still in existence; even the people who eat bat meat hot dogs really don't like them, but they feel obligated to buy more, so they'll match the extra buns, and not waste anything. So they're stuck in a cycle of perpetual motion, buying more buns, or bat dogs, whichever they're deficient in, trying to get the numbers to equal out, but, of course, they never do, sustaining the evil bat meat empire...

And all this driving back and forth to the store is the primary reason for global warming, but the bat meat industry is very wealthy and resourceful, and has paid of Al Gore to come up with a bunch of other bogus reasons to keep the focus off of them.

Geesh, I can't believe no one else hasn't mentioned that yet.....

 

Back in the day my buddy and I would be out working on our cars till about a million o'clock in the am, we'd get tired and go in for some milk and cookies - (we we're just 16 then) We'd pour a nice tall cold one and open a fresh package of cookies. In a little while we'd be low on milk but have plenty of cookies - so it was back to the fridge to top off the white whine, of course, before we'd finish that glass we'd run out of cookies, so it was back to the kitchen for another pack.......it's a wonder I don't weight 300 lbs (Ooops, just remembered, my buddy does!) :eek6: