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Well duh! It is what Marines do! We eat crayons!needs to be colored in. ok who ate the crayons?
Well duh! It is what Marines do! We eat crayons!needs to be colored in. ok who ate the crayons?
THat intake apparently only works with the stock tin gasket.
Do you poop colors then?Well duh! It is what Marines do! We eat crayons!
What's hitting where? I need catching up here.
A bunch of modeling clay spread thinly over top of plate will give you a good outline for grinder!
I sure as heck have. Brown, black, tan, white, green, blue .......I think even purple. I'm an artistic pooper.Do you poop colors then?
TMI but I have done some of those myself. LMFAOI sure as heck have. Brown, black, tan, white, green, blue .......I think even purple. I'm an artistic pooper.
TMI but I have done some of those myself. LMFAO
I forgot yellow and orange. lolTMI but I have done some of those myself. LMFAO
((Discretely points over at John))needs to be colored in. ok who ate the crayons?
Shovel 1 Mitch 0? 7th inning?Just Chillin Tonight. Might take in a Baseball Game on the Tube......
Just Chillin Tonight. Might take in a Baseball Game on the Tube......
Well sorry I guess I couldn't resist all those good looking colors.needs to be colored in. ok who ate the crayons?
I sure as heck have. Brown, black, tan, white, green, blue .......I think even purple. I'm an artistic pooper.
I guess I'm stupid. I see the intake being held off but where is it hitting?
Wow.. that's horrid news. You're a good man for taking him in JamesHey y'all.
I know I'm new here and all, but life changed yesterday for my wife and I and so much so for our friend and neighbor. He's 77 and yesterday he lost everything.
Careful please of sparks and cigarettes. His ashtray OUTSIDE caught fire.
My wife was in the kitchen at his place when she smelled smoke. She went to the door to go see wtf and was greated with a wall of fire and smoke. By the time she ran to the living room and grabbed him and a wheelchair and hauled *** out the front door down the stairs she was chased by the flames.
Total loss. His entire life and that of his late parents, gone in an instant. Pension not enough to keep up insurance.
He now lives with us.
Stage 4 pancreatic. Doesn't have long left and now has nothing.
Please, be careful and take care.
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Thru the doors I go and the Sanctuary is eerily quiet, row upon row of empty seat, I turn and make my way along the wall to the steps leading down to the basement. With courage and determination I take those first steps, the passageway slowly but inexplicably grows ever brighter. As I emerge from the corridor the smell of burnt stale coffee washes over me. As I gaze longingly at the table with the obligatory stale doughnuts and cookies I grudgingly approach the circle of wood chairs ancient and tottering. I take my place in the circle looking at each individual gathered around. The orator starts with an opening but I cannot hear it as the wind is rushing thru my ears. My brain is roaring, telling me to flee. Invariably the momentum of the circle bears down on me. With glazed eyes and a solemn oath I reply “ Hello, my name is John, I eat crayons” In unison, as one, they reply Hi John.((Discretely points over at John))
Thru the doors I go and the Sanctuary is eerily quiet, row upon row of empty seat, I turn and make my way along the wall to the steps leading down to the basement. With courage and determination I take those first steps, the passageway slowly but inexplicably grows ever brighter. As I emerge from the corridor the smell of burnt stale coffee washes over me. As I gaze longingly at the table with the obligatory stale doughnuts and cookies I grudgingly approach the circle of wood chairs ancient and tottering. I take my place in the circle looking at each individual gathered around. The orator starts with an opening but I cannot hear it as the wind is rushing thru my ears. My brain is roaring, telling me to flee. Invariably the momentum of the circle bears down on me. With glazed eyes and a solemn oath I reply “ Hello, my name is John, I eat crayons” In unison, as one, they reply Hi John.
You and your wife are good people James glad to have you here and thank God she got him out. Give your wife an atta girl for us all.Hey y'all.
I know I'm new here and all, but life changed yesterday for my wife and I and so much so for our friend and neighbor. He's 77 and yesterday he lost everything.
Careful please of sparks and cigarettes. His ashtray OUTSIDE caught fire.
My wife was in the kitchen at his place when she smelled smoke. She went to the door to go see wtf and was greated with a wall of fire and smoke. By the time she ran to the living room and grabbed him and a wheelchair and hauled *** out the front door down the stairs she was chased by the flames.
Total loss. His entire life and that of his late parents, gone in an instant. Pension not enough to keep up insurance.
He now lives with us.
Stage 4 pancreatic. Doesn't have long left and now has nothing.
Please, be careful and take care.
View attachment 1716128249
View attachment 1716128251
Thru the doors I go and the Sanctuary is eerily quiet, row upon row of empty seat, I turn and make my way along the wall to the steps leading down to the basement. With courage and determination I take those first steps, the passageway slowly but inexplicably grows ever brighter. As I emerge from the corridor the smell of burnt stale coffee washes over me. As I gaze longingly at the table with the obligatory stale doughnuts and cookies I grudgingly approach the circle of wood chairs ancient and tottering. I take my place in the circle looking at each individual gathered around. The orator starts with an opening but I cannot hear it as the wind is rushing thru my ears. My brain is roaring, telling me to flee. Invariably the momentum of the circle bears down on me. With glazed eyes and a solemn oath I reply “ Hello, my name is John, I eat crayons” In unison, as one, they reply Hi John.
Does he have family?We're just glad she was there or he wouldn't be here today.