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Name: Ross
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| Baking soda and vinegar ... remember that cool trick? You could make your own volcano if you wanted. Or you could do a flood if you used blue food coloring instead of red. Once I made a horribly catastrophic nuclear reactor by using green food coloring and a slightly modified coffee can. And now that I think about it, where did my parents get all these coffee cans? I know they didn't drink that much coffee. Weird. Anyway, my nuclear reactor ... it was laughably unrealistic. I mean seriously, that's not what happens during a meltdown. Nevertheless, my green flood was totally sweet.
Awesome Quote of the Night: "I'm going to download the fuck out of some Iron Maiden tomorrow." - Brett | | |
| My dog is seriously co-dependent. I guess this isn't surprising seeing as to how I did get her from the pound. It's totally understandable that a dog from the pound would have some abandonment issues, but this is out of control. Helen took Gracie to her parents' farm on Tuesday. Danger is not handling the absence of her life partner very well. She was okay on Tuesday night because I let her hang out in the house and sleep in my room. She woke and started licking herself at approximately 5am on Wednesday, so I took her out and went back to bed. About 9am I wake up to this godawful howling accompanied by frantic clawing at the back door. So I let her in. Helen and I had a meeting for work Wednesday afternoon and after that I went for a short bike ride. I came home and could hear Danger sobbing hysterically (this was not normal howling, it was clearly sobbing) from her pen where I locked her so she wouldn't tear up the back door. So, again, I let her in and she slept in the house. I put her in her pen when I went to work. I came home and let her hang out in the house some more where she spent most of the time laying with her head on the floor looking tragic. I was going out for dinner and I thought I'd let her have some running around room while I was gone, so I didn't put her in the pen. Apparently this was not a good plan. I come home 3 hours later and she's BROKEN A FREAKING WINDOW next to the back door. I suspect she was trying to just end it all right there instead of having to endure the sheer hell of being alone for THREE F-ING HOURS. Her chew toy rope isn't long enough to hang herself, and besides, the dog house roof isn't tall enough. So she probably figured she could implement shards of glass in her exit strategy, figuring that after three hours, probably no one would ever come home ever.
Geez. What a nut job. I hope Helen brings Gracie home soon. But what am I gonna do if I ever move? Do they make prozac and straight jackets for dogs? | | |
| This is for Laura Martin who apparently feels that she is a vegetarian deep down. I feel obligated to pass this along. Laura, when people make fun of you, show them this and their laughter will be drowned out by the the deafening silence of guilt-ridden meat gluttons finally realizing the folly of their ways.
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HAHA. I love it. Moopheus. That's rich. | | |
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I read the following in a novel the other day:
"This is love, saltwater taffy. Pretty much everybody has had some. Somebody offers it on a day when you have nothing to do, and most likely you’ll take it and put it in your mouth. It unites us, saltwater taffy, but whose favorite is it? Who likes it best? Just about nobody. So why do we eat it? This love story is about this style of love, this sweet thing that exists unasked for, that everybody eats out of the same bag. But also it is about what it says on the shack. I was there myself, and the large sign said: COME IN AND WATCH US MAKE IT." – Daniel Handling in Adverbs
Discuss.
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