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Would you rather pass out every time you had the urge to laugh (no matter what you were doing), or break out in hideous, red, itchy rashes that don't go away for 24-hours every time you had the urge to laugh?
I think I would have to get used to the itchy rashes since the other alternative would not allow me to drive or keep my job.
Extending on the theme of cats would you rather have an urge occasionally to run around the room at top speed and zoom over the furniture with 'the zoomies'.... or would you rather be attracted to going inside cardboard boxes?
@Jeffrey lol...hahaha...my cat does the zoomies after taking a Kitty poo. She waits under the sink in the bathroom for one of us to have to go because she is curious about the human smells and the toilet.
My husband gets mad, he likes to go in peace. Ihave thought about scooping my poop out of the toilet with gloves and placing it in her litter box.
Lol...she's weird about poop and farts. I try to fart on her as much as I can...she likes it.
Lol...she's weird about poop and farts. I try to fart on her as much as I can...she likes it.
I'm shocked! I had always believed that women never farted... I will have to rethink my theory now about women never taking a break from talking long enough to build up pressure.
Playing with boys in the local bayou and collecting tadpoles and bringing home to mom. Trespassing onto private property and creating private clubs. Collecting wild berries and getting sick from eating so many.
Playing in the woods alone. My favorite things to do were to play on the huge oak trees that had fallen over. They were pirate ships like in the old movies. And the part with the roots would be the stern of the ship and all the branches were the rigging. And I used to like to lay under the skunk cabbage and spy on the deer that drank from the stream nearby. And I just liked to run through the fields. Just run and run.
There use to be this large sewage ditch with a metal drain pipe that streatched accross about 50 feet and 10 feet from the dirty sewage water below. The boys use to cross it to shortcut to our elementary school. Otherwise you would have to go around for about 3 blocks.
Anyway, I think I was 10 and I was with another girl, Susan whose mother had forbidden her to play in the bayou. . .She was wearing black mary janes and I was in sneakers. Everyone crossed. The metal pipe gave you enough room to put one foot in front of the other but that was it.
It had rained the day before. . .I was scared but I crossed over just fine and felt quite proud of myself. Susan was delaying everyone. She was scared. . . the boys got bored of playing with a dead cat they had recently pulled out of the ditch and started to leave. I felt bad, but I needed to go to school and wasn't going to wait on her.
So we started to leave and a moment later we heard a scream. We turn around just in time to see susan's blue dress and mary janes go over her head before falling into the dirty sewage water below.
We ran to her and helped to pull her out, but she smelled so bad. One of the boys crossed over the pipe and ran to get her mother, while susan wailed and cried next to the wet dead cat.
A few years ago, we had a hurricane that wiped out electricity and water for 75 percent of houston for 10-30 days.
I watched how my neighbors became animals after three days without water and power. Even though they had been given a weeks warning that the storm was coming into the gulf.
Our moderately safe neighborhood became a war zone after the sun went down and Houston Police Department, although hired to watch our neighborhood by the association. . . did not remain after dark.
We were on our own. . . without the humming of Air conditioners or street lamps, you could hear the normal human beings, out of desperation becoming violent over a can of tuna.
We boarded up inside our home, luckily we had prepared ahead of time.
It was the scariest thing I have ever gone through. . . You really see the evil nature of humans when they are pushed.
So I've learned to make a bug-out-bag. . .in case we need to get the hell out of Houston if something like that were ever to happen again.
As a kid I remember running around in circles when I was really sleepy because I HATED (and still do) going to sleep. I always felt like I missing out on something. So when I was little, I was probably spinning in circles in the middle of the floor.
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Damn, I just won't laugh.
My husband gets mad, he likes to go in peace. Ihave thought about scooping my poop out of the toilet with gloves and placing it in her litter box.
Lol...she's weird about poop and farts. I try to fart on her as much as I can...she likes it.
It smells like roses @telly03
When you were a child, what were you most likely to be seen doing?
Climbing trees, riding bikes, starting fires, looking for ghosts, dare, double dare, tripple dares.
@Gui
You guys sound like you had fun when you were little.
Anyway, I think I was 10 and I was with another girl, Susan whose mother had forbidden her to play in the bayou. . .She was wearing black mary janes and I was in sneakers. Everyone crossed. The metal pipe gave you enough room to put one foot in front of the other but that was it.
It had rained the day before. . .I was scared but I crossed over just fine and felt quite proud of myself. Susan was delaying everyone. She was scared. . . the boys got bored of playing with a dead cat they had recently pulled out of the ditch and started to leave. I felt bad, but I needed to go to school and wasn't going to wait on her.
So we started to leave and a moment later we heard a scream. We turn around just in time to see susan's blue dress and mary janes go over her head before falling into the dirty sewage water below.
We ran to her and helped to pull her out, but she smelled so bad. One of the boys crossed over the pipe and ran to get her mother, while susan wailed and cried next to the wet dead cat.
A few years ago, we had a hurricane that wiped out electricity and water for 75 percent of houston for 10-30 days.
I watched how my neighbors became animals after three days without water and power. Even though they had been given a weeks warning that the storm was coming into the gulf.
Our moderately safe neighborhood became a war zone after the sun went down and Houston Police Department, although hired to watch our neighborhood by the association. . . did not remain after dark.
We were on our own. . . without the humming of Air conditioners or street lamps, you could hear the normal human beings, out of desperation becoming violent over a can of tuna.
We boarded up inside our home, luckily we had prepared ahead of time.
It was the scariest thing I have ever gone through. . . You really see the evil nature of humans when they are pushed.
So I've learned to make a bug-out-bag. . .in case we need to get the hell out of Houston if something like that were ever to happen again.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bug-out_bag