JZ - sweet and funny.
ION,
From beneath us it devours....
Remember the guy who was killed when a sinkhole opened up in his living room? Well....
HUNTINGTON, N.Y. - A 71-year-old man who went outside in the rain to pick up the Sunday newspaper plunged into a cesspool in his front yard, and his son and neighbor were sucked in when they tried to help.
The victims escaped, two with the help of firefighters, covered in raw sewage but not badly hurt.
Andrew Palladino said the soggy ground, soaked by two days of rain, gave way outside his Long Island home: "I walked across the lawn, and all of a sudden I disappeared."
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In 2001, a man practicing archery in the back yard with his two children died when his cesspool caved in and consumed him. And in 1998, a Huntington Station man was rescued after he fell 65 feet into one.
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Falling into a cesspool? I didn't die, but I wanted to.
Hmm. When I lived not 10 miles from Huntington, NY, our cesspool caved in too. Danger! Danger!
"I walked across the lawn, and all of a sudden I disappeared."
Not something you hear in first person very often.
I don't know this subject at all, but I'm guessing that Constitution pretty much pre-empts any House rules on the subject of impeachment.
Mmm...the current administration might be wishing they'd been a little nicer to the Constitution.
What's lawyerese for "Psych!"
What Kind of Sex is Your Food?
Salad for lunch is much like a pity fuck. For whatever reason, you feel obligated to participate but you're not really getting anything out of it.
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Sushi is much like hotel sex. You're not really sure why you're doing what you're doing, but it's fun and really really good. Throw in some sake (see above), and it's an all around good time. Also, it's not like you're in your house so it's okay to break the furniture - nothing really to do with sushi, just thought I'd add that...
I've been a little worried lately about mice in the apartment, and I'm sitting here surfing away when I hear some scratching from nearby. My cat, Clio is in her usual place between me and the computer, but she doesn't seem to be noticing anything. Then the scratching seems to be gettting louder, and seems to be coming from INSIDE THE DESKTOP. I have a moment of freakout (My GOD, THERE'S A MOUSE IN THERE!) before I realize that Clio is
kneading the computer.
She is such a freak.
Do I want hot and sour soup enough to go to the trouble of ordering in Chinese food?
