I bought a rubber chicken purse, but it turned out to be vinyl. It stinks.
Where’s my rubber chicken?
It’s outside tonight. Off-gassing.
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I’ve been off-gassing all day.
Yeah, well, you oughta smell this vinyl chicken.
If it doesn’t smell better by tomorrow, I’m going to have to offer it on the Dubuque Freecycle list.
Would the Freecycle crowd be interested in MGS off-gas? We’ve got MGS off-gas to move.
“Must be willing to drive to Ohio.”
No. We can bottle and ship.
Like distributing propane bottles. Sort of.
You can’t get this stuff just anywhere…although there are plans to change that, obviously.
I’m sure the Ohio gas-bottler’s union has an amendment or two in the works.
Well, MGS and Kathy live down south, where them unions don’t count for so much.