Per Acidman a story abotu a lake in Germany where toads spontaneously explode
Me, I know more about exploding bullfrogs
One way or the nother, Acidman is dead on, a kid will go out of his way to torture a toad. We used to shoot them with a B gun,and once in a while you’d get one juuuust right, and it’d let out this sustained croak that sounded like- well, a toad that had just been shot with a bb gun.
Well, THAT’s over.
Last four weeks we’ve been preparing for the daughter’s First Communion; we worked our butts off getting ready for it all.
She looked like a doll, as Broad will attest; she also worked very hard at her catechism and did well. We put out a spread of chow and booze that seemed at least to satisfy all, the daughter’s choice as to the menu, as it was her special day. So we had corned beef, kraut and cheese and thousand island to make reubens; beans, salads, bacon wrapped shrimp, several different types of side dishes, cake, ice cream, chocolate dipped strawberries, devilled eggs.
We went fed and grazed and drank and messed about until the late hours. Just today, I polished off the last of the corned beef.
So tonight, the daughter yells “Mom! Daddy’s stepping on ducks in the library!! Stinky ducks”
We’re dropping corned beef farts all over the house, and frankly, we’re happy it’s gotten warmer, this would be no time to be stuck in a closed house.
Nice to see the backside of that- and nice that it went well. Thanks to all those who helped prepare, and thanks to all of those who helped us celebrate.
You know, as I age, and things stay sore longer, and recover more slowly, I question the wisdom of a Creator that put our most healthy years in the beginning of our adulthood. One of the most annoying changes, to me, is the redistribution of hair.
My hair has long since ceased to grow on my forehead. I still have as MUCH hair, but it’s not where I want it. It’s on my back, my shoulders, my TOES futhuchrissakes.
The worst, by far, is the goddamn nose and ear hair. I HATE nose hair, I work with a guy with so much nose hair I think it’d destroy a pair of scissors to cut it out. I cut mine every single day.
The ear hair, on the other hand, is purely evil. I have regular ear hair that springs forth from the lower portion of the ear canal, on the outside. This hair has the consistency of music wire, and is as difficult to cut; I have resigned myself to using needlenose pliers and yanking it out. This has the sensation of giving breech birth to a flaming porcupine.
I also get seasonal ear hair, about four times a year. They get to be around 1/2″ long, and they are silver tipped, black in the middle, and amber at the base.
Knowing I have ancestors from Romania, the existence of this particular type of ear hair does not come as a surprise, but it is somewhat annoying; what if my body is out at night partying while I think it’s at home sleeping? I don’t get enough damned sleep as it is. I don’t know if there is any lycanthropy in the family, but I’m not giving up any sleep for a family tradition. The hair goes. Those hairs, I can cut, but they’re so bristly, if I sleep with my head on my shoulder the freshly cut ear hairs actually poke holes in the skin of my arms.
Let’s just not discuss the greying pubes, OK?
