BYC's Random Funny Posting Thread! Hosts Mike & Sally

[BigBlueHen53]

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Can't be good for old men either, I reckon. Fascinating, though.

 

[MROO]

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OhMaGosh! Been there, done that! After a trip to the grocery store, I got sidetracked (doncha JUST love Adhd?) putting stuff away and left the rear open on my hatchback. Luckily, it was not a "blowy" snow and the car was backed up to the garage. Still ... what a MESS!

 

[MROO]

Our house is notorious for pet humor. My kids have always brought an assortment of critters home. Son “adopted” a sugar glider and named it Banquo. He brought home a wee Roborovski hamster (his friend couldn’t keep) and named it MacBeth. The daughter “adopted” an English Fantail Pigeon that a neighbor found in her tree (and couldn’t locate the owner). The son brought a parakeet home from another friend’s house (about midnight one night). When I asked what “that” was about, he relayed the friend had cats that made the bird nervous, so he gave him the bird since he knew his sister liked birds. A box turtle came to the house in lieu of being found upside down on the pavement in the neighborhood. (Son claimed that one - named it Flipper because it was flipped over ) The daughter recently “inherited” the MIL’s Green Cheeked Conure. I feel like I’ve run an animal rescue for years around here. -only signed up for the dog and chickens. Everything else just “showed up”.

Growing up, my father dubbed our home "The Halfway House," because no matter how many legs a critter had (or not) or whether it had fin, feather or fur, we were halfway between wherever it was coming from and wherever it was headed ... and it stopped at our house. Some stayed briefly, others for their lifetime, but they all made their presence known. It reached the point where he finally declared that, if we brought one more animal home, it could have his place in bed, because he was leaving!
I had my little one-eyed parking lot rescue kitten in the basement for three months before my mother finally discovered her (another neat story for another post.) "Pearl" stayed for twenty one years and yes, she did sleep on my father's pillow. She knew exactly who she had to suck up to in order to stay ... and she handled it like the pro she was born to be!

 

[Smoked Brisket]

 

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[TXchickmum]

Growing up, my father dubbed our home "The Halfway House," because no matter how many legs a critter had (or not) or whether it had fin, feather or fur, we were halfway between wherever it was coming from and wherever it was headed ... and it stopped at our house. Some stayed briefly, others for their lifetime, but they all made their presence known. It reached the point where he finally declared that, if we brought one more animal home, it could have his place in bed, because he was leaving!
I had my little one-eyed parking lot rescue kitten in the basement for three months before my mother finally discovered her (another neat story for another post.) "Pearl" stayed for twenty one years and yes, she did sleep on my father's pillow. She knew exactly who she had to suck up to in order to stay ... and she handled it like the pro she was born to be!

Love this!!!

My kids have such a love and soft spot for animals. I suppose they've always known it was o.k. to bring anything home "in need", and we'd figure it out (or keep it). The only time that I sat my foot down on a "pet" was crickets. The daughter had a toad when she was about five. She loved it. As it grew, we eventually had to supply crickets from the pet store for food. One day she stated (of a cricket), "that little one is so cute. He doesn't want to be eaten". We decided to take the now very grown toad to the park/pond to be free with its friends. (I drew the line when the pet food became a pet )

 

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[PeaShack]

Growing up, my father dubbed our home "The Halfway House," because no matter how many legs a critter had (or not) or whether it had fin, feather or fur, we were halfway between wherever it was coming from and wherever it was headed ... and it stopped at our house. Some stayed briefly, others for their lifetime, but they all made their presence known. It reached the point where he finally declared that, if we brought one more animal home, it could have his place in bed, because he was leaving!
I had my little one-eyed parking lot rescue kitten in the basement for three months before my mother finally discovered her (another neat story for another post.) "Pearl" stayed for twenty one years and yes, she did sleep on my father's pillow. She knew exactly who she had to suck up to in order to stay ... and she handled it like the pro she was born to be!

Flash back to the 80s! Anyone remember “Bloom County”? Milo lived with his grandparents that had a boarding house, where Opus the Penguin lived? Hmmm…I have some 30+ year old Bloom County comic compilations..will have to start posting!

 

[AntiqueB]

Bloom County was great!