Martha once ordered that surplus baby chicks be placed in a gunny sack and run over with a car.
Damn. Martha was nobody's bitch in prison.
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Martha once ordered that surplus baby chicks be placed in a gunny sack and run over with a car.
Damn. Martha was nobody's bitch in prison.
I'd fail the abduction test. Or maybe that's in my past. I haven't gotten into a stranger's car in years.
I think I might fail the test, too. At least, I trust myself to evaluate these kinds of situations on a case-by-case basis, and I have willingly gotten into strangers' cars before and suffered no harm. (Not that I think my judgment is infallible, just... I've been lucky so far.) I also pick up hitchhikers sometimes.
big eye'd
Martha had them kill the baby chicks? And they did it? Like evil mindless drones?
I want minions like that! (Except, you know, ones without the chick issues)
Mom had a much simpler, possibly more humane way of dealing with my parakeet that wouldn't die. That bird and captian jack the fish had a lot in common.
Hey guys, back from the zoo with a few pictures. [link]
It's funny, Kara doesn't *look* like Pure Concentrated Mayhem.
Also, I want Cashmere's hair.
aw, foamy buffistas and cutie pie sprog!
Dude, Deena, those are some cute kids.
My passport and SS card are together in a bag in my house. I suppose they *could* be stolen, but I can't imagine anyone who wasn't me would look in there. I've never recovered my birth certificate from my parents' house.
I wouldn't get into a stranger's car, but it's hard for me to say that definitely without knowing exactly what happened in the thing you're talking about.
Aw. Aidan has the same wispy white hair my brother did at that age.
Also, I want Cashmere's hair.
She's a babe. Also, holding a babe, but that's the other kind.