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I once dated a man who owned a taser. He was quite stunning.
ReplyDeleteMy brother.
ReplyDeleteMy stuffed animals. And for some reason I'm remembering my parents' car (a Toyota Celica) but because I remember riding in the back on a Sunday/weekend while it rained and it was so grey outside and I loved the rain on the window (my heart sinks in all the right ways to this day).
ReplyDeleteAlso, I know the question is for "person" or "thing", but I really miss being in America. 🗽👩🏻🚕🍂💛
Parents and grandparents all gone at this point, cant choose just one of them, so family dog. I am hesitant to get a dog because i have zero tolerance for shithead dogs and i dont want to have to dig a hole.
ReplyDeleteSaturday morning kid shows and cartoons. Born in '70 so growing up, I had some really good shows to look forward to thanks to Sid and Marty Kroft. I feel so bad for our kids today- so much ugliness out there.
ReplyDeletemy mom
ReplyDeleteChildhood cats and dogs
ReplyDeleteCount, you will have a nice dog if you train him consistently. A set schedule that meets his needs throughout the day, everyday. Also, plenty of exercise. Most dogs are nice. The bad ones have either been abused or had an owner that did meet its needs properly.
I'm not just talking aggressive, i would have no issue putting down an aggressive dog. Too stupid to listen is a bigger concern. It takes a lot of intestinal fortitude to take Lenny down by the creek and say goodbye.
Deletethat just maybe one of those times when you grab lil len by the collar “hey boy you wanna go for a ride?” forcefully yet gently chain him to flat bed and drive oh maybe quarter mile or so from edge of creek. remove blindfold and all identifiable tags. retrieve single milk bone from glovebox and aiming in opposite direction jettison that puppy just as far as you possibly can, milkbone opposite direction. I find it's sometimes just easier that way.
Delete@count yeah it sucks. I've done it more than once.
DeleteMy Dad, living on Lake Superior, my grandparents, warm summer nights playing outside and being safe.
ReplyDeleteMy childhood pets, and my grandmother.
ReplyDeleteMy mom.
ReplyDeleteShe missed so much by passing away when I was young.
Two things: We had a dog named Rex who was part cocker spaniel and part sheep dog. He was so smart and so much fun. I love our dogs now but I think about Rex all the time. And my best friend had a huge built-in swimming pool in his back yard. Summers were a total blast.
ReplyDelete@sandy - I'm so sorry.
I was a kid in the 70s, people had alot more free time back then to shoot the shit or what have you...the weed wasnt as strong and alot of alcoholism, but the whole world wasnt under surveilance and you could say whatever...people had attention spans and there werent any billionaires...lol...the music of the day was not violent.
ReplyDeleteI miss my (almost same age as me) Uncle Craig. He was killed by a shithead drunk driver in an exploding Ford Pinto.
ReplyDeleteMy little brother, hit by a car.
ReplyDelete@countjerkula Google "prison cell dogs petfinder". I busted my little guy out of the Mansfield Reformatory (Welcome to Shawshank) & he came to me snipped, dipped & chipped! FULLY HOUSEBROKEN & TRAINED. Cost $175. They also "ship" across the U.S. (other states also have this type of program as well). He is my favorite ex-con :)
ReplyDeleteBean: my preference would be an intact, purebred female. Breed her once then get her fixed.
DeleteYes, i am still talking about dogs, you cretins.
My childhood dogs Missy and Ariel
ReplyDeletemy little brother. suicide at 15. still cry about it.
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DeleteMine too. :( he's been gone almost 3 years now.
DeleteSo sorry to you and others. How devastating!
DeleteBeing able to play soccer outside in front of my house without a care in the world.
ReplyDeleteoops, *did NOT meet its needs
ReplyDeleteCount, maybe you are a cat guy, then?
Allergic to cats. I'll get a dog again sometime, just going to have to do plenty of research.
DeleteMy Dansette record player and all my lp's. Also, my lovely signed letter from David Bowie, although as he was married to Angie at the time and she acted as his and the band's secretary/general assistant, she probably wrote and signed it lol.
ReplyDeleteMy doggy.
ReplyDeleteMy Pop-Pop (maternal grandfather). He died right before my 17th birthday while we were on vacation. I knew when I hugged and kissed him goodbye that something was different; I never saw him again. I miss him every day.
ReplyDelete+1 @Kikibunny. Those times seemed much more innocent too.
ReplyDeleteDriving out to “the country” for rides with my parents and sister. Nowhere in particular, just driving. Has cost 30 cents a gallon, and there was “country” to drive in; it was the late 60s/early 70’s. Now California doesn’t have anything but suburbs and little boxes in anything that used to resemble “country.”
ReplyDeleteMy Uncle John (technically Great-Uncle.) He died suddenly of an embolism when in retirement. He was a cop and a big quiet gentle giant. He was only around 65 years old. I was I think about 12 years old and I wasn't allowed to go to his funeral as I was deemed too young. I still miss him, he was a lovely man.
ReplyDeleteMy grandmother, Miz Mamie of Prohibition fame. My nanny, Miz Annie, whose parents were slaves! She raised my dad and raised me and was an Obeah woman and a Griot. She is who gave me the ability to tell stories. Can't wait to see them again! Looking forward to it!
ReplyDeleteMr. Rogers
ReplyDeletemy 14 dogs.
ReplyDeleteMy Gramps, he passed away 3 months ago ��
ReplyDeleteall of my grandparents
ReplyDeleteMy old man, bar none.
ReplyDeleteThe group of friends I had in high school - out of six, only two left in less than 15 years.
ReplyDeleteNo 20 year reunion, thanks.
Granparents, my 2 dogs and my purple Schwin bike! Rode it for hours. Neighborhood friends and elderly neighbor, Luz who had polio. Loved that lady and her brother!
ReplyDeleteME!!!!
ReplyDeleteThe joy of discovering certain things for the first time, eg the first time I saw Star Wars or read 2000ad or discovered Asterix.
ReplyDeleteI miss the amount of countryside there used to be as well.
My brother
ReplyDeleteI lost my parents months apart, slightly less than 10 years ago. I wish they were here to meet my husband and our future children.
ReplyDeleteParents and Grandparents!
ReplyDeleteSeeing a sunset and sunrise from my house. I've lived in this house for 15 years and the trees around me are so high, the city around me tall and the vast open spaces are no longer safe to go and stare at a setting/rising sun.
ReplyDelete