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the other thing my dad bought in texas was good old' texas mint. when i asked him fro one he was like "no bao jin, this is a soveneir!you can't eat it!" WTF?! what a waste! can you imagine taht?

60 years later...
two archeologists are excavating the ruins of my house after world war four...

Chad: Lookie here, Bob! (american)
(british)Bob: my word, good heavens! is that what i think it is? a mint box?
Chad: sure as hell is. Texan, by the look of it. my great-great-great-grandpa was texan!
Bob: the box is rusted, but let's see the inside...
*silence as they try to open the box...*
Bob: *exhausted* why, it might have rusted in! get the crowbar, chaddems!
*chad pries the box open*
Chad: sweet grandpa of jesus! it's still fresh after all those YEARS!
Bob: dear lord, it smells great!
*both of them take a mint*
Chad: mm... not bad... but still tastes weird though.
Bob: must've been the rust,and it's a tad bit something else.
Dilbert: Chad! Bob! the hell you two snacking on?
Chad: We're sucking on mint as old as your mom, Dil!
Dilbert: get back to work, you two! these dust and cement aren't gonna dig themselves, y'know!

that night, chad and bob died of EXTREME food poisoning.

see what i mean? if we don't eat the mint NOW, in the distant future, the lives of two bright archeologists might've been lost!
besides, those texan mints aren't gonna eat themselves, y'know!