Canned sardines and drinking always remind me a barfly at a dive bar I used to frequent, it didn’t sell food at the time so tended to be pretty lax with people bringing in their own and this elderly anti zionist Jewish union man (worked on the trains) would bring in a couple of tins with crackers and mustard or hot sauce as a beer snack, stank the place out in all honesty but when you’re that based you get a pass. Council tore the place down and the whole area is gentrified to shit now, very bitter about it. Still think about him when I crack open a can, haha.
SCALES.
“FISH / ROTTED PUKE” SMELLS
VOMITTING.
PTSD.Every time the hubby nukes these thing it makes me retch and seek fresh air / shelter.
Love some tinned fish.
I found a YouTube link in your post. Here are links to the same video on alternative frontends that protect your privacy:
