Wow (again)! Three wonderful blues songs in one day and each one Blue Fume Shield worth -- I'm flabbergasted!! Go CHALLENGE!RS Go!

However, having had to make due with Spam when the money didn't stretch far enough for anything else when I was little -- I just may have to work on a song in its defense. (Barky -- it does NOT smell like feet!). I have to say that it was probably due to my mother's excellent skills as a cook that I have no horrid memories of this particular processed food. My father, being a WWII veteran, held fond memories of this stuff from his army days and relished eating it with a poached egg on top of a big fat slice. Of course, he did his duty at Los Alamos, and there probably was some leakage . . .

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