Oh, no! And now you have a Rogue (Self fulfilling prophecy?). Sounds like the makings for another evil car King story.Maybe......after all, I'm just one Google search away
Have you ever been in a Stephen King type situation?
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Throw in a dremel tool and a weed whacker, and we've got the makings of a horror story like no other!
‘The Sunny Disposition’Throw in a dremel tool and a weed whacker, and we've got the makings of a horror story like no other!
Seems legit‘The Sunny Disposition’
Neesy
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‘The Sunny Disposition’
Why am I unable to stop laughing at this
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
I wasn't in a Stephen King situation but my son's babysitter was. A long time ago when we lived in Ontario we had a strange babysitter. She wanted two weeks notice if we were going to not need her services i.e. if we took some time off.
She also thought she should be paid two week's vacation by us (like a regular job), yet she would not give me receipts to claim the cost of child care on income tax.
One day there was a big kerfuffle - she lived in the Married Quarters, (as we did) but on another street. It turned out her 16 year old son had been sniffing gasoline in a main floor bathroom and passed out. She wasn't there at the time but had left her son to take care of two little girls who she was hired to babysit.
Apparently, according to firefighter reports, when her son passed out the vapors from the gas can, being heavier than air, had traveled down to their furnace through the air grate and the pilot light ignited them.
Her son died.
The two little girls, who were upstairs at the time of the explosion, were hiding under a bed and were rescued by the firefighters.
We stopped using her services for our son after this.
When I saw her one day, sitting on her front steps (they had repaired the damage by then) she told me she should have got 2 weeks pay because I quit so suddenly without giving her notice;
I just told her I had contributed some money at the credit union on the Base towards the memorial fund for her son
(which was true)
Wow - just glad Josh was not there that day and that they managed to save the two little girls.
I guess it takes all kinds to make our strange world.
She also thought she should be paid two week's vacation by us (like a regular job), yet she would not give me receipts to claim the cost of child care on income tax.
One day there was a big kerfuffle - she lived in the Married Quarters, (as we did) but on another street. It turned out her 16 year old son had been sniffing gasoline in a main floor bathroom and passed out. She wasn't there at the time but had left her son to take care of two little girls who she was hired to babysit.
Apparently, according to firefighter reports, when her son passed out the vapors from the gas can, being heavier than air, had traveled down to their furnace through the air grate and the pilot light ignited them.
Her son died.
The two little girls, who were upstairs at the time of the explosion, were hiding under a bed and were rescued by the firefighters.
We stopped using her services for our son after this.
When I saw her one day, sitting on her front steps (they had repaired the damage by then) she told me she should have got 2 weeks pay because I quit so suddenly without giving her notice;
I just told her I had contributed some money at the credit union on the Base towards the memorial fund for her son
(which was true)Wow - just glad Josh was not there that day and that they managed to save the two little girls.
I guess it takes all kinds to make our strange world.
...add you backing up a car and we got us a travelin' horror show!......‘The Sunny Disposition’
Hope you got the reference GNT,was channeling old George LeBay,owner of the Plymouth Fury..
Now that I'm alone in a decent-sized house every night with only the cats for protection, I find myself keeping one eye open for Space Cowboys lurking in the shadows...
Also, I keep trying to find a gypsy to curse me into being thin!
Also, I keep trying to find a gypsy to curse me into being thin!
Now that I'm alone in a decent-sized house every night with only the cats for protection, I find myself keeping one eye open for Space Cowboys lurking in the shadows...
Also, I keep trying to find a gypsy to curse me into being thin!
You aren't Meryl Streep by chance,are you?
We (Kermit and i) had a Dispute Weeks ago.
He wanted to Read "The Stand", i said "Ok"
He read The Stand (i posted Pics therof) and he was Scared to Death.
He Recovered and asked, if he could read "IT"
I said, "Hey Kermit, wait a few Weeks, thats too much for you right now"
But...he`s Curious and so he sneaked up...so we Read "IT"
I need a Kermit.
I have a dog that, if I lay in bed on my side and read, he lays behind me and plops his head on my shoulder and stares at the book like "whatcha readin'?" He does the same thing if I'm watching you tube or something on the internet. If I laugh, his ears pin and his tail wags like he's laughing right along with me.
Was it a good concert?
Can you imagine that? A cat coming back,fur all ruffled up,eyes bloodshot as hell,stumbling,mumbling myeeeeowww,dude,any chance of warming up the tunafish surprise?
Once, I drove down a private dirt road that wound for miles through deep woods. It was twilight and I occasionally passed a house or two on my right when I heard a scraping noise under my Monte Carlo. I pressed the gas pedal and the engine growled but I wasn't moving. I'd somehow gotten stuck on folded carpet that was covering pot holes. I shut off the car and walked around to the passenger side trying to pull the dirty roll of carpet. Like a giant buffalo hide it just lay there mocking me, not giving. From behind me I heard a furor of loud barks. I backed up, squinting in the shadowless dusk, as three Saint Bernards raced toward me and stopped at the chain length fence that separated us. My insides were doing somersaults as I walked down the dirt road toward the main highway. My feet crunched over gravel and dirt and the remaining pale rose light drained into the dark horizon. Although never in danger, my mind kept thinking about King's novel Cujo.
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