It’s a can of soup on a small campfire.
Flying monkeys.
Blame Winnie the Pooh.
He quit years ago. It’s been in reruns.
When I was in grade school we were being told not to eat snow due to nuclear fallout from atmospheric tests. I’ve been leery of it ever since.
My cat scratched my 50 inch plasma climbing it.
It’s a can of soup on a small campfire.