just heard ‘brownies’ and popped back in.. CObble, isn’t a little hot for a day of baking? my apt is small enough, and low enough ceilings, that using the oven for more than 10 min causes dramatic temp change
I heard that hoarding and all these groddy issues with animals, junk, sh*t, are now on the list of psychological disorders as a separate psychological illness. There was some reality TV show which would record the story of a horder (never saw an animal/animal sh*t one though) which I thought was pretty exploitative. It is a variant of an obsessive/compulsive disorder.
My thirtieth was not long ago… since I was never big on anniversaries and such, never celebrated them, which means I was able to do a big surprise party for Mrs. D.
A lot of fun was looking up all the songs from that year and doing an ipod playlist.
It seems like there are quite a few of these types of houses all over.
I drove by an old delapidated house on Cypress Avenue once while they were doing some sort of clean out.
They had no less than 20 of those pet transporter
boxes stacked outside and guys wearing those Tyvek suits
dumping all sorts of nasty into a 40 yard bin.
…grabbing milk duds and popcorn.
just heard ‘brownies’ and popped back in.. CObble, isn’t a little hot for a day of baking? my apt is small enough, and low enough ceilings, that using the oven for more than 10 min causes dramatic temp change
Hi Legion,
I heard that hoarding and all these groddy issues with animals, junk, sh*t, are now on the list of psychological disorders as a separate psychological illness. There was some reality TV show which would record the story of a horder (never saw an animal/animal sh*t one though) which I thought was pretty exploitative. It is a variant of an obsessive/compulsive disorder.
“CGar is not a “wing”man but a “breast” man. ;)”
Truth be told, I like shucking clams.
m4l…he wants you to come over to asshathill and battle it out in The Octagon.
congrats, benson.
My thirtieth was not long ago… since I was never big on anniversaries and such, never celebrated them, which means I was able to do a big surprise party for Mrs. D.
A lot of fun was looking up all the songs from that year and doing an ipod playlist.
dona, My father never cursed, EVER. He never even said “damn”.
My mother, however, was very creative with her cursing, and likely invented some new ones.
Guess which one I take after! : P
hi donatella!
It seems like there are quite a few of these types of houses all over.
I drove by an old delapidated house on Cypress Avenue once while they were doing some sort of clean out.
They had no less than 20 of those pet transporter
boxes stacked outside and guys wearing those Tyvek suits
dumping all sorts of nasty into a 40 yard bin.
“Holy moly, that’s a lot of sh*t”
That’s what my gastroenterologist said.