one thing in the essay jumps out at me as it being bogus. Don’t McSalad Shakers predate our worries about W? I think the Shakers were back in high school or maybe college (putting somewhere in the early to mid-90s). in any case, our biggest presidential worry was where did clinton put his cigar today.
I can remember buying shakers at the McDonald’s here in Malvern after I’d started working my current day job, and that was in 2000, so I think they were around later than you think they were.
hmm… maybe my memory is a little shaky. it seems like a long time ago.
Wikipedia (and Google) tell me that Shakers were introduced in April ’00. Which, I’m sorry to say, was a very long time ago.
but not a long time ago like high school was. i guess high school was a long, long time ago – possibly in a galaxy far far away.
speaking of high school, i taught my wife’s family to play egyptian rat screw last night. we had a great time, even if I almost broke my sister-in-law’s finger. (and i enforced the no rings rule – I am still scarred by my friend Wendi turning her rings around when we played on cement…)
one thing in the essay jumps out at me as it being bogus. Don’t McSalad Shakers predate our worries about W? I think the Shakers were back in high school or maybe college (putting somewhere in the early to mid-90s). in any case, our biggest presidential worry was where did clinton put his cigar today.
I can remember buying shakers at the McDonald’s here in Malvern after I’d started working my current day job, and that was in 2000, so I think they were around later than you think they were.
hmm… maybe my memory is a little shaky. it seems like a long time ago.
Wikipedia (and Google) tell me that Shakers were introduced in April ’00. Which, I’m sorry to say, was a very long time ago.
but not a long time ago like high school was. i guess high school was a long, long time ago – possibly in a galaxy far far away.
speaking of high school, i taught my wife’s family to play egyptian rat screw last night. we had a great time, even if I almost broke my sister-in-law’s finger. (and i enforced the no rings rule – I am still scarred by my friend Wendi turning her rings around when we played on cement…)