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Top 10 Birds That Could Kick Your Ass
When I was a kid, we used to have a rooster that would kick mine every chance he got. Geese can inflict some painful nips, too. I once worked for a guy who raised fighting cocks and he had a hen that took a dislike to me and would spur me as I walked by. He used to move her around from her tethered position just so I would bypass her spot and walk right by where she actually was.
Dad quit raising chickens after leaving a coffee can full of sodium hydroxide (often called "caustic soda", it's a very concentrated form of lye, was used to "scrub" our house gas supply which came directly from a well) out in the rain, rusting it and leeching the contents into the surrounding soil. He said one morning he looked out and saw several of the chickens flopping around in the driveway...because the caustic substance had pretty much dissolved their feet.
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I found this after downloading the contents of my MSN Groups storage site which means I have it on one of my many clipart disks. I love these old trippy posters. A friend of mine had one that had so much detail on it, I would see something new each time I saw it. The main theme of his poster was an overpopulated Earth, with people edging out into the water, either to try to find space to live or a peaceful place to die. I think what I really like is the apocalyptic nature of these things.
Speaking of trippy, I need to find my old Freewheelin' Franklin rug.
This would look a whole lot like me if I had mascara and lipstick on.
And bracelets and earrings.
And a shirt with fringe.
I'd look like an old, flaming Davy Crockett, I expect.
I really like this one; would be cool to print out and frame if I had a basement rec. room. I'd call it "Stinky Leroy's Bar & Grill".
I've always thought I'd like to own a bar, but I know it'd only be fun for a little while, kinda like being married to a nymphomaniac.
This looks almost exactly, caricature-wise, like a guy I knew while growing up and after we got out on our own, we worked together on drilling rigs. Everyone had a nickname (mine was "Leroy") and his was "Fry".
We had a tool pusher, an older guy, who liked to call everyone by their given nicknames, but he never could remember "Fry" and with the association, would call him "Frenchy".
"Frenchy Fry", gettit?
With this clipart.
I just don't know what it is.
I shouldn't have napped through geography classes, y'know?
I don't know what to caption this.
I keep thinking
"Hooray, I don't have to wear this yellow jock strap any longer!".
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