That sounds like here. I've been doing paperwork and testing for a friggin week now for a new job. The results of the piss test are due tomorrow. Another joke. But it's the last hurdle to jump.
I hate when I'm lumbering along in 65 feet of truck at about 70 mph and one of them things goes by me at about 150 mph. It makes the hair on your whole body stand straight up. >:(
Darkman is right. Couples are different than what we grew up to know.
And Goon Boy? His stomach is plenty full. Alma made him a great meal. All he did was put his plate in the sink and squeeze her ass a few times. Other than that, very few words were spoken between them. Alma placed her plate on the table and ate, ignoring him the whole time.
That was many years ago. Since then, I've been hardened by death. It happens. I can't stop it. I only think of the Scots when it comes to death.
Cry at weddings, celebrate at funerals.
It's the screaming that you never forget. Fire is absolutely the worst way to die. Very slow and excruciatingly painful.
Been there, done that and it damned sure doesn't get any easier.
I watched a long time friend burn to death in a rolled over fuel tanker. True, not family, but you could hear the screaming over the noise of the flames. It'll never leave my mind, because there really is nothing that you can do.
The Rodent is all knowing.
I caught the little prick sitting on the fence this morning peeking in my kitchen window. I was making coffee and when I turned around I saw him. He saw me standing there naked and fell off the fence he was laughing so hard. :)
It's ground level there "Q". He couldn't hurt himself. Maybe crack the slab when his head hits, but it wouldn't hurt him. Where there is no sense, there is no feeling.