Let’s throw some things at this blank sheet of virtual paper and see if they stick.
Just as a quick question, what do you drink in the morning? Coffee? Tea? Three fingers of bourbon? Me, I like to drink a big mug of Borax.
Let me tell you, NOTHING wakes you up like a mug of borax. After a steaming hot cuppa, I’m ready to face the day with bounce in my step, a song in my heart, and a full-body rash.
Just…don’t get any of that imported Borax. British borax is a sweet sweet lie, it doesn’t have the rich flavor and dark aroma of the U.S. kind.
Whilest clicking around for inspiration, I stumbled across a “we pay people to write gibberish and call it information” site which shall remain nameless (though the first three letters are “shv,” the last five are “oong,” and it is MAGIC ON TOAST if you like incomprehensible nonsense) informs me that borax makes brown sugar “very loud and hard to split” and display “visible beads of shiny.” Ford knows what it would do to coffee. Could give you super powers. Or rosacea.
Continuing the “theme”…I have had this picture for years, and never really knew what to make of it.
I know what it’s for, it’s for pushing. But I still haven’t quite noodled what it’s meant to push. Borax, maybe? Hopes and dreams? An agenda? Drugs? All of these things at once?
We performed an experiment with the pushing block. I stood in front of the door and refused to leave until the block itself shoved me out the door. Nothing happened, but two people asked me how much the same food processor cost and one of the cashiers might have hit on me. I kind of hope so, second-hand employee discounts are the best.
Mug full of Borax from Goodwill on 2222; Pushing Block from Texas Thrift near I35 and 51st.