I’m so old I remember when people would read the newspaper.
Like, read every sentence in every story of each day’s newspaper, trusting the editor not to print anything that would be too much of a waste of time.
I’m so old I remember when people would read the newspaper.
Like, read every sentence in every story of each day’s newspaper, trusting the editor not to print anything that would be too much of a waste of time.
I thought you meant an actual onion and wondered who puts onions in a dispenser like they were gumballs.
So he could tie one to his belt, as was the style at the time.
You couldn’t get white onions because of the war, so they only had those big yellow ones.
Gawd, I HATE onions, but I have observed that many humans love them so much, that I believe a coin-operated Onion dispenser would be a huge success.
But like I said, I DESPISE onions, so my understanding of the human adoration for Onions may be poorly calibrated.