'Beneath You'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My dad totally blew stuff up. He made his own nitroglycerin at a shocking young age (he used to climb up on a ladder with a cap of it (!) and use an eyedropper to "bomb" toy cars.) . He filled his basement with chlorine gas, bleaching all the laundry my grandmother was drying down there. And burned down a cornfield.
But that was 50+ years ago, and he certainly didn't let us get that creative. He only let us cannibalize firecracker to blow shit up.
That's why kids need German fairytales.
My collection of the original Grimm/HCA stories is one of my cherished possessions. I got it when I was six, I think. I still pretty much live in fear, but nsm of witches and siblings.
So, this is common, then? That sounds just like where she's from.
I guess other kids didn't grow up knowing how to make bombs out of common household items, but when you live out in the middle of nowhere, you have to make your own fun.
I mean, I also read the entire local library and collected fossils?
My collection of the original Grimm/HCA stories is one of my cherished possessions. I got it when I was six, I think. I still pretty much live in fear, but nsm of witches and siblings.
Now you've done it, we're going to be inundated by the enraged cries of oppression from the sibling community.
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Today would not be the day to try on that bacon bra.
My dad totally blew stuff up. He made his own nitroglycerin at a shocking young age (he used to climb up on a ladder with a cap of it (!) and use an eyedropper to "bomb" toy cars.) . He filled his basement with chlorine gas, bleaching all the laundry my grandmother was drying down there. And burned down a cornfield.
My love for sarameg's dad grows and grows, as does my awe at his survival.
There was no big excitement in my walking to school by myself in suburban Chicago, because we lived across the street. My mother's rule was that we either told her where we were going or stayed within shouting range. From the time I was about 7, I walked five blocks away every week to spend my allowance on comic books and penny candy.
Seriously. Also - the CTA goes out to Wilmette? Huh. Is that the Purple Line? I think Tom takes that train.
It's part of the Evanston Express. . . whatever line that is.