We use to give our dogs a bath in tomato juice as he got sprayed alot. He would run up to a skunk like it was his friend.
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Whoever came up with the design for packaging men's dress shirts should be publicly executed. Pins, hanging tags, tabs, plastic pieces, cardboard, tissue paper, stickers, ribbon, and thread. About 15 minutes to unpack a shirt. Jaysus, unhooking a girls bra is child's play in comparison. 
Yeah. Why do they need all of that?Whoever came up with the design for packaging men's dress shirts should be publicly executed. Pins, hanging tags, tabs, plastic pieces, cardboard, tissue paper, stickers, ribbon, and thread. About 15 minutes to unpack a shirt. Jaysus, unhooking a girls bra is child's play in comparison.
I want to watch Bad Ronald. That movie creeped me out SO bad when I was a kid.
It sucks major when you are trying to protect one person but have to dump another in the process.
That is a great movie. I checked it out from the Library.
I'm going to see if ours has it; if not , I found it online on Dailymotion. That's where I found The Innocents last year, too, and a few other old scarys that I like
The Innocents is on youtube. Well, it was.I'm going to see if ours has it; if not , I found it online on Dailymotion. That's where I found The Innocents last year, too, and a few other old scarys that I like
I'm running out and see if Bad Ronald is on Netflix.
OH! I watched Asylum on Netflix. I liked it. Very much. I recommend it but...there are three or four very brief sex scenes. (Brief... I'm not a prude ... I wouldn't watch it with my 22 year old son. Awkward. )
OH! I watched Asylum on Netflix. I liked it. Very much. I recommend it but...there are three or four very brief sex scenes. (Brief... I'm not a prude ... I wouldn't watch it with my 22 year old son. Awkward. )
Maybe it was another one I found on Dailymotion... Oh, I know! It was one Frank recommended! Trying to remember the name...
Dead something...
Dead of Night probably. He loves that movie.
It could've been on Dailymotion too!
I remember! Dead of Night! I liked it so much that I watched it twice last October
Is it sick that I'm sort of looking forward to trying to beat last year's record of creepy movies watched?
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my post above, lol! No! You should save them for our October marathon month of creepy movies!I remember! Dead of Night! I liked it so much that I watched it twice last October
I will The other day I saw a DVD copy of Isle of the Dead when I took my son to the comic shop, and I could just kick myself for not picking it up.
The other day I saw a DVD copy of Isle of the Dead when I took my son to the comic shop, and I could just kick myself for not picking it up.
It's: THE FARMER'S IN THE FIELD! GO THE OTHER WAY! FRIDAY
there was this once (I've told variations of this story...and this might be one. but there was this once, the old man and I were heading down to Misery Bay, a place that really exists, so I'm good to go. We're going to meet with a potential customer, estimate. I forget what the job was. Misery Bay is now all built up, but at the time...I think I was eleven, the old man, who knows how he was at the time, he was always white-haired...hair turned white day...crew cut, wore a cap, good thing. Is that it there, he asks, the old Dodge bomber's muffler rumbling as he steps on the clutch and brake. With the old man, you didn't speak, not even when you suspect you were being talked to. If I want you opinion, I'll ask, he'd say. I kinda shrug. We're looking down a two-track and he kinks the wheel and we mosey ahead. The wind was blowing in off the big lake and the old farmhouse was set a ways back. No vehicles around, but there are out-buildings. Door creaks as the old man opens it. I hesitate, then get out.
We're walking over to the porch when an upstairs double hung is flung open. You could hear the cast-iron sash weights rattling inside the jambs, no screen on the window, the glazing coming off on the outside, a piece falling as an even older man leans out and yells, "The farmer's in the field! Go the other way!"
The old man...my old man looks at me, his nose scrunched up. Whud he say?
He turns back to the old man, his hands on the sill, his upper body sticking out the open window. We're looking at the older old man. His eyebrows were long and white, face wrinkled, face was red, too. He had the look of perpetual anger.
"The farmer's in the field! Go the other way!"
When I look at my old man, he has his upper plate half out of his mouth. He'd do this from time to time, teeth resting on his bottom lip, the gum portion of the upper plate plainly visible. He sucked the plate back in and shrugged. I shrugged. We turned and went back to the truck. No clue where the farmer is, or where the field is, but he's there in the field, so best go the other.
there was this once (I've told variations of this story...and this might be one.
but there was this once, the old man and I were heading down to Misery Bay, a place that really exists, so I'm good to go. We're going to meet with a potential customer, estimate. I forget what the job was. Misery Bay is now all built up, but at the time...I think I was eleven, the old man, who knows how he was at the time, he was always white-haired...hair turned white day...crew cut, wore a cap, good thing. Is that it there, he asks, the old Dodge bomber's muffler rumbling as he steps on the clutch and brake. With the old man, you didn't speak, not even when you suspect you were being talked to. If I want you opinion, I'll ask, he'd say. I kinda shrug. We're looking down a two-track and he kinks the wheel and we mosey ahead. The wind was blowing in off the big lake and the old farmhouse was set a ways back. No vehicles around, but there are out-buildings. Door creaks as the old man opens it. I hesitate, then get out.We're walking over to the porch when an upstairs double hung is flung open. You could hear the cast-iron sash weights rattling inside the jambs, no screen on the window, the glazing coming off on the outside, a piece falling as an even older man leans out and yells, "The farmer's in the field! Go the other way!"
The old man...my old man looks at me, his nose scrunched up. Whud he say?
He turns back to the old man, his hands on the sill, his upper body sticking out the open window. We're looking at the older old man. His eyebrows were long and white, face wrinkled, face was red, too. He had the look of perpetual anger.
"The farmer's in the field! Go the other way!"
When I look at my old man, he has his upper plate half out of his mouth. He'd do this from time to time, teeth resting on his bottom lip, the gum portion of the upper plate plainly visible. He sucked the plate back in and shrugged. I shrugged. We turned and went back to the truck. No clue where the farmer is, or where the field is, but he's there in the field, so best go the other.
Why is it that the commercials for prescription drugs must always add the fast talk of warnings at the end?
If one of my nuts became bigger after taking 'said drug' wouldn't I know to go see a doctor? Especially since I didn't have any nuts to begin with!
If one of my nuts became bigger after taking 'said drug' wouldn't I know to go see a doctor? Especially since I didn't have any nuts to begin with!
Most of the side effects are worse than the issue the drug is meant to treat. No thanks!
The list of benefits is comparably short in prescriptions compared to the possibly side effects.
They should just cut to the chase and just say, "This drug will make you s*it and kill you."
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