*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[mississippifarmboy]

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A concussion?


Wanta tell us how THAT happened?

 

[mississippifarmboy]

505... We must meet this "Jacob".

We elders need to intera.... talk to him. See if he's good enough for you, see if he floats.....

 

[EmtheFishLady]

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A concussion?


Wanta tell us how THAT happened?

No, I DON'T want to tell you how that happened. YOU already know.

I DID admit it was dumb...didn't you see that part?






Sourland, I think drowning is way better than Strangling...but maybe do both?

 

[Spookwriter]

I was taking my nap, until the telephone woke me up.

Don't people know 4:30 is my official naptime? Even my wife
enjoys messing with me...I dozed of early today. She woke me
up to tell me it was my nap time.

Boys...I recommend the strangling for the ones that survive the
drowning. If we work at this, we can teach the boys that reaching
for Tanichca's hand is a bad ideal.

And Em the Elder...what's with the concussion you won't talk about?
Poison oak?...Hum...Did you fall of the tree again?

Does the concussion involve something smacking you in the head? Does
the concussion involve someONE smacking you in the head?

Where's Jacob? Someone tell that 505 to bring Jacab before the council.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

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I'm with you on the strangling.

As far as the poison oak and the concussion...it's been a interesting couple of weeks around here.

505, you are required to bring this Jacob before the council. If you fail to do so, we'll have to assume he needs to be drowned and strangled.

 

[Spookwriter]

Hey, Farm Boy...if'n Em won't talk, how about you telling us
how come she got herself a concussion?

And those cement blocks you for trading? How many stamps
you think it would take to get them up here? I've got about
100 pallets I would be happy to trade you.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

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Spook, there's brownies in it for you if you drop this subject. Trust me...it was dumb. I readily admit it.

 

[Spookwriter]

Nope. This is my lucky day, Em. I have a whole plate of brownies
and even a custard pie.

So....time to fess up, my dear.

Trust me...as we get older, we might all be guilty of doing some things
that don't turn out quite right.

************

I know you know this line....

"Go on. Make my day."

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Ok...so I have a dog. A big Dog. He's a standard poodle, and he's a pain in my...head.


My property is on the side of a mountain. One side of my property is...I don't know how to explain it. A cliff? Anyway, I'm in kind of a valley. I have my fence built so that it just ends at the side of this cliff. Well, my dog has become a mountain climber, climbs up the cliff, goes through the woods, and visits his girlfriends. I decided the other day to stop this, and fence the top of the cliff. It seemed like a good idea. This would stop any future escapes. The problem is, you cannot get to the edge of said cliff without going through a lot of briars. I did not want to fence while standing in briars. So, I decided that if Cricket can climb up the cliff, I can too! I climbed up....slid back down...climbed up again and put my hammer, my nails, and the fence panel up there without incident...I threw one fence post up there...it stayed. The second fence post? It was afraid of heights. It came back down, and knocked me on the head. I decided then that I wasn't going to fence that. I came inside and watched Shark Week for awhile...wanted to take a nap, but nobody would let me. Something about a coma. Ended this little endeavor with a trip to the ER. the moral of this story? Don't get a standard poodle.

Here is the area. There's brownies in it for anyone who might like to knock themselves in the head with a fence post while trying to fence it.

There...I told you it was dumb.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

See that kinda smooth spot where it looks like an alligator was sliding? That was me. That was where *I* was sliding.