Posted on 06/30/2004 10:19:24 AM PDT by jj_fate
"BANG"
Works for ME!
In my dad's childhood his older brother rode this bike delivering drugs from the local pharmacy. A few years later my dad had the opportunity to buy it in honor of his brother that he had lost in a car accident. He allowed me to ride it on our property with a promise I would never go onto the city streets. To my regret, I violated that promise. I was only 12.
Today my dad still lives, and I would give anything to recover this bike.
"Today my dad still lives, and I would give anything to recover this bike."
Dang! That's really sucky!
We were so poor growing up, that I had to borrow a bicycle to learn how to ride...
I went from there to used ice skates, then second-hand roller skates...
Funny how some things stay with you...
Am I alone, here?
Just like things -- only around when they want to take the glory!
That's OK...I'll be here for a while...
"we POPPED off of that tripod stand and lunged forward with a brisk acceleration!"
Wish I could have seen THAT!
I have a life and no time to be the man here, besides, I gave away 39K (go look).
I have fun, but wisely don't care. Caring too much can cause HEADACHES for days.
Wow. Don't MAKE me do this alone...
No way was anyone more poor than us...no way...including you.
Sorry, KIddo, and all my teeming multitudes of fandom,
I'm going to have to bail out for some rest.
And unfortunately, I won't have much time again until the weekend.
I'll look in when I can.
That's a kind of interesting site. Wasn't the one about the phone-eating dog posted on FR over the past couple days?
We were so poor, we could only get eight eggs in a dozen.
G'Night, Folks!
"I have a life and no time to be the man here, besides, I gave away 39K (go look).
I have fun, but wisely don't care. Caring too much can cause HEADACHES for days."
Ooooohhhhh! Do not tempt me to comment on your "accomplishments," much less your "manhood"!
As for the "HEADACHES for days", unless you have suffered one, I suggest you keep your inane opinions to yourself. Opinions are like you: Everyone has one.
You are rude, arrogant, and disrespectful, and your stupidity shows more every time you post an ignorant comment.
I don't know where you got the idea that everything you said was music to the ears of people on this thread, but your "wit" is only about half what it should be.
You obviously have an over-inflated opinion of yourself AND your comments. You are in DESPERATE need of a reality check. Not to mention a well-placed slap in your face.
And I could care less about your "milestone" posts. Have you considered getting a brain transplant? The one you have seems to be hidden by the sphincter muscles on your backside.
No sympathy from me. Our eggs came from what our chickens decided...two three eight or twelve.
I have no idea. I don't really look through "outside" threads much.
Unless I've been pinged to them by someone like my mom or brother.
"No way was anyone more poor than us...no way...including you"
That's OK...when I married my first husband, who was in the navy, (WAY below the "poverty line" at the time)it was like marrying into royalty ~~ I suddenly had money.
I saw a headline about a dog eating a mobile phone the other day. Didn't read the body so I don't know if it's the same story but I'm guessing it is.
Since you posted your short horror piece before, here's one of mine:
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“Mooncrossed”
The farmer raised his axe at the last second as the wolf sprang from the trees out of the corner of his eye.
He had told his wife he would be back from chopping wood before dark, but the work had been long, and the hour had grown late. She had begged him not to take the risk when over the past month so many sheep had been found with their throats ripped out and their bellies gutted by something that had been large enough to tear one of the sheep dogs to pieces. But with winter growing cold they needed wood, so he had no choice but to kiss her goodbye and promise her he would be back before dark.
Now in the dark he fought for his life. By a stroke of luck he managed to at least raise his axe to swinging height before the beast was full upon him, bearing him down with a weight closer to that of a bear than a wolf. With the strength of desperation he managed to wedge his left arm into the wolf’s mouth, keeping its jaws from immediately ripping his throat out. Pain seared through him like fire as the canine teeth clamped down on his arm, tearing flesh and crushing bone, and the creature’s powerful neck muscles began to shake him like a dog shaking its prey. Blocking out the pain, ignoring the hot fetid breath in his nostrils and the slavering over his face, he knew he had only split seconds before his left arm was torn out of its socket. Setting his teeth and summoning all his draining might, his right hand swung the axe as hard as he could into the wolf’s front left paw.
With a soul-piercing shriek, the wolf bolted limpingly away on three legs, leaving a severed paw behind where the farmer lay in shock.
Slowly recovering his breath, fighting off the wish to black out, the farmer struggled to his feet. Grimacing, he patched up his badly wounded arm before starting off for home. He took the remaining distance in short legs, resting every few hundred yards. Finally, he stumbled through his door into his kitchen.
His eyes were greeted by the welcome sight of his wife sitting at the kitchen table. But to his confusion, she did not rise to embrace him. Then he looked and saw.
A bloody bandage covered the stump where her left hand had been.
Ironically, for some twisted
reason, a song just came to me
while reading your post....
"I Love How You Love Me" by
the Paris Sisters.
*shrugs shoulders*
I dunno.
Hey it's a free thread. Go completely female and yak about nothing to your heart's content all night. This is a thread about nothing anyway.
If you're lucky someone on this thread may later even pretend they care for you. LOL
Have a nice night anyway.
Boo
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