headline of the day
Repost of a Post Past
Going down the rabbit-hole of Cece’s post. Great rememberies here, following “flockers.”
headline of the day
Ohio Elections Board Says Worker Bit Voter’s Nose
Trust me, don’t read this
And definitely don’t click on any of the image links
dear clusterflock
Opinions on center-mounted dashboard gauges in cars?
facebook status updates, hostage edition
I’m currently in a standoff … kinda ugly, but ready for whatever.
I love u guyz and if I don’t make it out of here alive that I’m in a better place and u were all great friends.
Got a cute `Hostage’ huh
Well i was lettin this girl go but these dumb bastards made an attempt to come in after i told them not to, so i popped off a couple more shots and now were startin all over again it seems…
from the archives: July 20, 2007
Deron challenged us to put forth our worst. He whipped our sorry asses.
Update. Deron to Amanda Mae: Did you get my head shot?
Flinging to the Ceiling…
My brother, on Wednesday nights (this after we were deemed “old enough” to choose whether we’d go to church on Wednesday nights and we opted out to watch Rowan and Martin’s Laugh In on television), would lie on the couch in the living room, pick and flick boogers up toward the ceiling to see if he could make the booger go the distance to the eleven-foot ceiling and whether it would stick. He was quite successful with many.
One night Mom was lying on the couch, looking up as we were all in the living room watching, oh, something on the black-and-white, I don’t know, Red Skelton or the Carol Burnett Show or Lawrence Welk. She said, pointing to the constellation of darkening spots on the ceiling, “You see what these boys do, Eldridge? They flick boogers at the ceiling. This is what they do when they’re alone, when we’re not here to watch them.”
I don’t remember what happened next. I vaguely remember Daddy laughing.
