Frosted animal crackers. Before devouring, blot out ingredients. Why does something so bad, pastel waxen shapes made in some twink cave, taste so good? On a rampage for 3 weeks, can't get enough of the weirdness. At the end of the world, this year, the only surviving items will be the twinkie, and a bag of frosted animal cookies. This I know. Trust me.
The number 66. Not quite roly poly... a drunk pair of inverted 9's. Wannabe rigid sevens. The greatest road way that led to and from San Bernadino, Cali; Bobby Troup wrote a song in 1946 which was covered by Nat King Cole, the Stones, Chuck Berry, Depeche Mode and a roomful of others. All caravans cut back and forth on this mother lode, route 66. If you ever tripped out this way when you were young, you experienced old school Americana. Small towns, and roadside attractions. Bill boards, and orange shaped huts. Burma shaving cream. Flying winged horses hovering over gasoline stations. Clear as a bell. In waves.
Route 66 morphed into a classic telly show in the 60's.
Interesting 66 factly fact: order 66 in Star Wars was a prepared plan for the clones to kill the Jedi commanding them.
66 not quite as cool as 55, those double nickels. But I'll take the old road map any day.
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