Boy Howdy!
Popeye is fixing to dough pop you straight square back to nineteen hundred & eighty five, once he Sniff's the wind ,that sez' yer' attempting to git' squirrelly with his seafaring squeeze olive oil,,, why, it wouldn't surprise me in the least iffin' ol'
Popeye planted his M-T spinach lead soldered seam/ tin plated can right within the confines of yer' personally private petunia patch ,in a too deep to dig fer'DallasDave efforted attempt at extracting retrieval,,,
* Man Alive ,Dave!!! let me tell you,as awhile back I myself had ol' olive oil 'tuning me flute of the main mizzen masted man spar',,, er,,,till that weird sailor waylaid me upon exiting "Mrs. O. Oil's" late one early pre-dawn evening and ,,,SHEESE!,,, still, to this very day ,,,every time I 'crack a rat',,,it sounds like somebody's whistling Dixie on a damn cracker- jacks plastic prize whistle,,,just figured you'd appreciate that "Eye-opener" of a HEADS UP,PAL!
