Fertilizer we used to get from my Great Grandfather's egg ranch was raw chicken manure and it did a good job feeding the lawn and garden plants, but it stunk to high Heaven.
That was the band that caused me to want to change from the flat top haircut when I was in 4th grade that my Dad insisted I wore until then, and to quote him, "I'll let you grow it, but if there's ONE hair out of place, it's comin' off!"
skull caps made from tin foil with wire clothes hanger antennae are the only things keeping those evil gamma rays and micro waves from entering my brain and attracting more extra terrestrial aliens than I could ever imagine
Lives were so much simpler, and in a lot of ways more pleasant, when we had 3 major TV networks, a few local networks, 13 channels on the VHF dial, you could always find something good to watch and, as for monthly fees, it was all free.