Crappy Questions/Help Needed
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The last time we took the kids to the zoo - just this summer - being the wonderful adolescent brats they are - they had a poop hunt. They spent the entire time not really looking at animals, but trying to spot the animal poo and take pictures and then spent the drive home sharing their pictures and trying to guess which animal made which poop. My kids are great!
The last time we took the kids to the zoo - just this summer - being the wonderful adolescent brats they are - they had a poop hunt. They spent the entire time not really looking at animals, but trying to spot the animal poo and take pictures and then spent the drive home sharing their pictures and trying to guess which animal made which poop. My kids are great!
So what does one have to do to be temporarily banished? (You know you've taken too much Shakespeare when you read that word automatically as banish-ED. LOL)
A friend of mine wrote this. The "park" refers to Yellowstone. We visited when we were up in Montana, and we brought this book back for the grandkids. They loved it and were Yellowstone scat experts in the following 24 hours.
You guys are giving me serious flashbacks to the first time I visited my grandparents' 1840s-era farmhouse at ten. Soon after arriving and ascertaining they really lived there--there was no new modern house out back--I badly needed to go to the bathroom. I checked every room up and downstairs and finally had to ask, to be told, "It's outside." I checked the two largest buildings, and found only a barn and a shed. There was nothing left but two tiny shacks I knew could contain no plumbing, so finally my uncle had to escort me out where the full and terrible truth hit me...along with a smell I had never before smelled...even at the county fair.
Don’t rightly know, but I have heard a theory bandied about that it has to do with someone he associates with here. That he could have simply been collateral damage for standing too close to the person a mod or staffer was aiming for, and sneezed when pressing the eject button.
I sure hope that was photoshopped.
(I think he dropped his iPhone. Ha!)
The last time we took the kids to the zoo - just this summer - being the wonderful adolescent brats they are - they had a poop hunt. They spent the entire time not really looking at animals, but trying to spot the animal poo and take pictures and then spent the drive home sharing their pictures and trying to guess which animal made which poop. My kids are great!
We have a critter that constantly leaves calling cards in our back yard. My better half is convinced it is some neighbor’s dog or cat, that she is not crazy about. I try to tell her it’s skunk droppings. I've show her where it digs small holes in the ground nearby looking for grubs. I’ve even shown her examples of skunk pooh online. But she is having none of it. There just is no reasoning with some people.A friend of mine wrote this. The "park" refers to Yellowstone. We visited when we were up in Montana, and we brought this book back for the grandkids. They loved it and were Yellowstone scat experts in the following 24 hours.
lol... This thread gave me flashbacks too. When I was a kid, we would vacation in Wisconsin and go fishing. The little cabins we rented had outhouses and I was terrified to go to the bathroom. All the spiders! All the flies! And the stench that never completely left your nostrils! I had to ask what the Sears & Roebuck catalog was for lol.
Who said kids have no imagination these days?The last time we took the kids to the zoo - just this summer - being the wonderful adolescent brats they are - they had a poop hunt. They spent the entire time not really looking at animals, but trying to spot the animal poo and take pictures and then spent the drive home sharing their pictures and trying to guess which animal made which poop. My kids are great!
I have one of these on a property we own, that we obtained used. The wooden outhouse built by my grandfather went into disrepair, and I sure-as-hell was not about to rebuild it.
There is a man-made lake up near where I grew up, and it was a popular spot for the family. Fishing, get togethers, maybe just a lazy summer (or winter!) day away from home.
I loved that lake, but the one thing I did not love was the outhouse. I've smelled some nasty things in my time, but that outhouse tops them all.
I loved that lake, but the one thing I did not love was the outhouse. I've smelled some nasty things in my time, but that outhouse tops them all.
For when you’re on the go and you really, really need to go.
When you really, really don’t want to be the Low Man on the Totem Pole
When you really, really don’t want to be the Low Man on the Totem Pole
One of my many inventions that I didn’t quite completely think out properly.
