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Originally Posted by BadNick
For lack of anything more earth shattering to talk about, let me tell you what happened at home last night. I'm sitting in the living room just resting and bloto'd out, when in the next room I hear my two boys starting to argue about who did what and how with the Xbox game; they're born 15mos apart now 11 & 12yo, and are often very competitive with each other and often prodding each other into physical confrontation; so I interject my stern voice while still planting my fat butt in my easy chair, I tell the younger one who's getting more agitated to get out of there before he gets in trouble; suddenly I hear "oh my god oh my god what did you do look what you did" from the older one in a cold shocked voice; I run into the room and see a fork completely buried in his thigh so that none of the prongs are visible; apparently the younger one threw it and it just stuck; I yank the fork out, grab a clean kitchen towel and make a sort of tournikit, and head off to the local hospital emergency room. No serious damage but an unusually eventful evening at our home.
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That's disturbing. Your child is going to grow up to be a serial killer. He will collect the heads of prostitutes.
I mean, seriously now. I understand competitive, but stabbing your sibling rival is a bit much.
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Originally Posted by Fly
you!!!
yes..........you behind the bikeshed.
if you don't eat your meat,how can you have any pudding?
how can you have any pudding,if you don't eat your meat?
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I knew the Fly would get the ref.
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