Jay-sus! ....the morons aren't even smart enough to use a consumer
palatable term. Let's call it "scrape", ferchrysakes!

http://tinyurl.com/6vv68mu

I guess they figured if folks could live with "scrapple", what's
"scrape". What idiots!

Reminds me of this recent consumer lure for fashion morons. "Made
from overstock Italian textiles"

http://www.wired.com/reviews/2012/05...5&viewall=true

WTF kinda material is that?

Reminds me of the cheapo "wool" shirts I once saw at a A/N surplus
store. "Made with 80% unidentifiable fibers". At least they weren't
trying to stiff the rubes fer $128 per! And $180 for an undersized
backpack? There can be no doubt bicycle riders are some of the
biggest chumps in the comsumosphere.

nb

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On May 12, 5:48*pm, notbob > wrote:
> Jay-sus! ....the morons aren't even smart enough to use a consumer
> palatable term. *Let's call it "scrape", ferchrysakes!
>
> http://tinyurl.com/6vv68mu
>
> I guess they figured if folks could live with "scrapple", what's
> "scrape". *What idiots!
>
> Reminds me of this recent consumer lure for fashion morons. *"Made
> from overstock Italian textiles"
>
> http://www.wired.com/reviews/2012/05...5&viewall=true
>
> WTF kinda material is that?
>
> Reminds me of the cheapo "wool" shirts I once saw at a A/N surplus
> store. *"Made with 80% unidentifiable fibers". *At least they weren't
> trying to stiff the rubes fer $128 per! *And $180 for an undersized
> backpack? *There can be no doubt bicycle riders are some of the
> biggest chumps in the comsumosphere.
>
That's no chit. Back in 1967, I ran into James Earl Ray (alleged
(never proven) MLK assasin). This was at the Montreal Expo '67. JER
was up there on the lam from some charge down in the states. He took
me under his wing, and coached me in badminton. I became a pretty
good badminton player thanks to him. We then trucked down to Wyoming,
where I bought a gun and accidentally shot James in the leg. I did 12
months in Juvenile Detention, and when I got out, my folks was
waiting. So I eventually went back home. But I must say that the
time I spent with JER was time well spent. I learned how to blow a
safe, how to listen to tumblers on a safe, and the fine points of
being a southern man.