My son is a boy scout (ugh) and my husband was supposed to be the "popcorn king" of his den this year, which really means I'm the "popcorn king". So I'm sorting and delivering everyone's popcorn sales. Every time I come across a "Three-Way Tin" I get this Beavis giggle in the back of my brain.
Huh-huh-huh, I said "come" and "three way", all in one sentence...
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