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Quote from: Parts on March 09, 2016, 08:08:40 AMQuote from: couldbecousin on March 09, 2016, 06:43:04 AM Three-foot-high pile of used razor blades sounds very American Horror Story. That is a much more common find than you would expect, look for the slot in the back of an older medicine cabinet that is where you were supposed to put razors to dispose of them safely. Now want a real American Horror Story I found a bloody shirt and underwear in a wall I drilled into once along with some other cloths, probably 20+ years old but still bloody shirt, no issues, but bloody underwear? male or female? inquiring minds need to know.in one house where i lived the slot was there but i don't think anyone used it.
Quote from: couldbecousin on March 09, 2016, 06:43:04 AM Three-foot-high pile of used razor blades sounds very American Horror Story. That is a much more common find than you would expect, look for the slot in the back of an older medicine cabinet that is where you were supposed to put razors to dispose of them safely. Now want a real American Horror Story I found a bloody shirt and underwear in a wall I drilled into once along with some other cloths, probably 20+ years old but still
Three-foot-high pile of used razor blades sounds very American Horror Story.
Children allowed to run rampant in stores. In this case, a young boy pushing a smallish shopping cart down and around the aisles at nearly full run without looking where he's going....and the parents just wimpishly telling him to "stop". I nearly slammed into him as I was rounding a corner, then and only then, did the father pull him away from the cart!
I can do upside down chocolate moo things!
Quote from: rock hound on March 09, 2016, 09:01:51 AMChildren allowed to run rampant in stores. In this case, a young boy pushing a smallish shopping cart down and around the aisles at nearly full run without looking where he's going....and the parents just wimpishly telling him to "stop". I nearly slammed into him as I was rounding a corner, then and only then, did the father pull him away from the cart! QFTAnd restaurants, and waiting rooms, and ...
Quote from: WolFish on March 09, 2016, 08:43:39 AMQuote from: Parts on March 09, 2016, 08:08:40 AMQuote from: couldbecousin on March 09, 2016, 06:43:04 AM Three-foot-high pile of used razor blades sounds very American Horror Story. That is a much more common find than you would expect, look for the slot in the back of an older medicine cabinet that is where you were supposed to put razors to dispose of them safely. Now want a real American Horror Story I found a bloody shirt and underwear in a wall I drilled into once along with some other cloths, probably 20+ years old but still bloody shirt, no issues, but bloody underwear? male or female? inquiring minds need to know.in one house where i lived the slot was there but i don't think anyone used it.Male and teen sized The house was in a not so nice area in New Haven right near Yale and had before the current owners it had been one of those abandoned drug houses for awhile they had stories about all the needles they found and how your shoes stuck to the floor as you walked around They were missionaries that also worked for Yale and they were dumping lots of money into the house. They were kinda creepy with the teen aged brother and sister being rather affectionate towards each other my son and the guy working for me spotted them making out at one point The clothing though was definitely in the wall from before they bought the place though.
don' wanna go out
Quote from: odeon on March 09, 2016, 02:44:23 PMQuote from: rock hound on March 09, 2016, 09:01:51 AMChildren allowed to run rampant in stores. In this case, a young boy pushing a smallish shopping cart down and around the aisles at nearly full run without looking where he's going....and the parents just wimpishly telling him to "stop". I nearly slammed into him as I was rounding a corner, then and only then, did the father pull him away from the cart! QFTAnd restaurants, and waiting rooms, and ... In MY day, parents gave orders and children obeyed! None of this "negotiating, "Jamie, honey, wanna put on your coat now, buddy?" "Put yer goddamn coat on NOW!!!!"