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So, I went out for a two mile walk. At about 1-1/2 miles and on my way back home, I’m enjoying the scenery, listening to my baby coo and caa when I step in shit! I knew right away cause it felt squishy when I stepped down on it.
I spent the next 1/2 mile trying to get it off the bottom of my sneaker by dragging my foot on the sidewalk. Every time I got to a curb cut, I wiped it on the edge. I did a twisting dance in people’s grass.
I got home, took my sneaker off in the hallway, carried to the bathroom and with rubber gloves on tried to rinse the remaining shit off my sneaker over the toilet bowl.
I grabbed Q-tips and tried to get into the grooves.
Let’s just say, I’m pissed. And there’s still some shit on my sneaker bottom.
Only a few coworkers know about my Brownstoner life, Arkady!
In fifth grade one of our field trips was to go make maple syrup. I think I’ll make some apple pancakes this Sunday morning for breakfast. Ishtar, crispy is the best!
vermont is one of the very places ive ever been on a trip to! it was a ski trip for my birthday one year. i chickened out on the skiing and just hung out in the lodge or whatever the hell it was all day and then the second day didnt even bother going to the slopes just stayed alone in the rented house. etson, i dont remember many signs saying things you cant do . the one thing ill always remember about that lame ass trip was the poo chunk cat. it was freezing and snowy outside and i was by the car and a cat came over with frozen poop dangling off it’s ass. i felt so bad for it 🙁
So, I went out for a two mile walk. At about 1-1/2 miles and on my way back home, I’m enjoying the scenery, listening to my baby coo and caa when I step in shit! I knew right away cause it felt squishy when I stepped down on it.
I spent the next 1/2 mile trying to get it off the bottom of my sneaker by dragging my foot on the sidewalk. Every time I got to a curb cut, I wiped it on the edge. I did a twisting dance in people’s grass.
I got home, took my sneaker off in the hallway, carried to the bathroom and with rubber gloves on tried to rinse the remaining shit off my sneaker over the toilet bowl.
I grabbed Q-tips and tried to get into the grooves.
Let’s just say, I’m pissed. And there’s still some shit on my sneaker bottom.
It was me, Arkady.
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Is it racist to prefer Mrs. Butterworth over Aunt Jemima?????
lol. mrs. butterworth is the miracle whip what aunt jemimah is mayonaise
*rob*
Only a few coworkers know about my Brownstoner life, Arkady!
In fifth grade one of our field trips was to go make maple syrup. I think I’ll make some apple pancakes this Sunday morning for breakfast. Ishtar, crispy is the best!
” it’s a tad runny and watery tho” –kinda like your nose.
vermont is one of the very places ive ever been on a trip to! it was a ski trip for my birthday one year. i chickened out on the skiing and just hung out in the lodge or whatever the hell it was all day and then the second day didnt even bother going to the slopes just stayed alone in the rented house. etson, i dont remember many signs saying things you cant do . the one thing ill always remember about that lame ass trip was the poo chunk cat. it was freezing and snowy outside and i was by the car and a cat came over with frozen poop dangling off it’s ass. i felt so bad for it 🙁
*rob*
Is it racist to prefer Mrs. Butterworth over Aunt Jemima?????
Giggle. Was that really Mr. B or was it one of you guys?
By etson on October 21, 2010 3:19 PM
re VT: Never been to a place with so many signs everywhere telling people what they could & could not do.
That’s where lech grew up. Understand now??????