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In my life, the only thing I’ve ever managed with Jiffy Pop Popcorn was blackened and burnt popcorn rocks that even a squirrel wouldn’t touch.

While provisioning in Victoria, Leah insisted I take some along to help celebrate my birthday. I was too overwhelmed with thoughts of how to store a mountain of food aboard Seaburban to refuse.

What miracle or magic produced this result is beyond me. I just know I could not do it again. Apparently, they aren’t kidding when they say ‘ Jiffy Pop Jiffy Pop the magic treat!’

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1 Comment
  • Claude
    Posted at 20:39h, 29 March Reply

    In weather like today having a fellow partner would make the difference of the world.

    Heavy weather conditions are great only when you have enough energy to enjoy it. I wish you the time of your life.

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