I can’t stop laughing! Did we grow up together? You brought me right back to my basement bedroom in the 70s with my black light posters, guitar rock on my record player and a nickle bag of pot full of stems and seeds. I remember the pop pop sound as they burned or the sound they made when my mom vacuumed them up from the carpet wondering “what did you spill all over the rug?”
Luckily though I never had to decapitate or pluck a chicken… but I did help with steer branding and castration. Oh those prairie oysters… ewwwwww.
Thanks for making my day Deb. I’ll be smiling all day remembering.