Scientology, how about that? You hold on to the tin cans and then this guy asks you a bunch of questions, and if you pay enough money you get to join the master race. How's that for a religion?
I've spent, I think, close to the last decade effortlessly and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.
The first meal was an object lesson of much variety. My father produced several kinds of food, ready to eat, without any cooking, from little tin cans that had printing all over them.
My first phone was two tin cans tied together with string, and it worked pretty good.
For here Am I sitting in a tin can, Far above the world. Planet Earth is blue, And there's nothing I can do.
My grandma used to plant tomato seedlings in tin cans from tomato sauce & puree & crushed tomatoes she got from the Italian restaurant by her house, but she always soaked the labels off first. I don't want them to be anxious about the future, she said. It's not healthy.
The path of civilization is paved with tin cans.
