MY BUKIT!!!!

Better not let that walrus see him!

They have more time to take crack. ;-)

Yep. Seizure here too. Thanks a lot, Seiz-o-Rama.

I bought several of these online and used them regularly for about 6 months (in addition to regular brushing). When I went for my next tooth cleaning the hygienist was impressed at how little work she had to do on my teeth.

I didn't mind the taste but the process itself was a hassle.

How do we know it's hard to do? Who else is doing this? I never even knew this existed until today. I might be a natural! ;-)

North Dakota has the ugliest citizens AND the highest unemployment? Is there another map that shows North Dakota has the highest number of freak shows? That would probably explain the connection.

Very cool! I've been geocaching for about 9 years now. Love the game...great idea for a cache! Would love to claim a find on this one sometime.

Wonderful story. Stuff like this happens a lot more often than you'd think. I know of a farmer who was taken to the cemetery on his hay wagon pulled by his John Deer tractor. I also know of a couple stories where the widowed husbands were allowed to drive the hearse to the cemetery because they had always driven their wives to all their appointments and wanted to drive her to her last.

A lot of funeral home directors are more than happy to personalize the service like this. It's a wonderful thing to do.

Excellent John Titor reference, Frau! :-)

These are some great ideas, but be aware that once they are saturated with moisture the packets are pretty useless. You need to change them out regularly. You can also give the used packets a light toasting in the oven to remove the moisture and then use them again.

YEAH, TOAST!!!!

I have one of those somewhere around here....probably with all the others. :-P

I actually have had a couple "Brushes with Rascals" in my life. One of my friends in college lived in the same apartment complex as Stymie. He recalled a story where he chided Stymie for his very stereotypical portrayal. He replied by saying, "My family was starving, we had to eat and I had a job." He had a lot of respect for him after that.

And Alfalfa grew up near my home. My neighbor was actually his cousin. I remember her telling me how nice he was and how horrible it was that he was killed. That was a lot to take in as a kid...and an eye opener when I read more about how he was killed.

Someone took her red stapler, too.