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If only. No one likes him.Good thing he wasn't 5' tall.Deep enough to bury my brother standing up to his neck at the beach and he was about 6' tall
If only. No one likes him.Good thing he wasn't 5' tall.Deep enough to bury my brother standing up to his neck at the beach and he was about 6' tall
Reminds me of the stories of children that die when sand holes they are digging collapse on them. Eek. At least all survived here, I assume.Deep enough to bury my brother standing up to his neck at the beach and he was about 6' tall
@Andy Dufresne4’ x 2’ x almost a mile
Best joke about government work ever.2 guys working on the side of the road. One was digging a hole , the other one waited a minute and filled the hole back.
Then they moved on and after about 10 feet they did the same - digging up , waiting a minute , and filling it back up. They kept repeating this process.
Someone who was watching them asked, "What the hell are you guys doing ?"
One of them replied: "My job is to dig up a hole, this other guy's job is to fill the hole. The guy that plants the trees called in sick today"
Milton recalled traveling to an Asian country in the 1960s and visiting a worksite where a new canal was being built. He was shocked to see that, instead of modern tractors and earth movers, the workers had shovels. He asked why there were so few machines. The government bureaucrat explained: “You don’t understand. This is a jobs program.” To which Milton replied: “Oh, I thought you were trying to build a canal. If it’s jobs you want, then you should give these workers spoons, not shovels.”
Reminds me of the stories of children that die when sand holes they are digging collapse on them. Eek. At least all survived here, I assume.
Wimp. Everyone knows the real danger was Satanic cults. Man you were a dumb kid.Reminds me of the stories of children that die when sand holes they are digging collapse on them. Eek. At least all survived here, I assume.
I forgot about that! I totally did that when I was a kid, I was probably a little over 5' tall and dug a 6' hole on the beach. Had to dig steps into the side to get out. Then an adult came up and told me about the danger of what I was doing and how kids die from that "all the time"....I quickly climbed out and filled it back in, and after getting over the initial scare went back to only being worried about being killed by lava, quicksand, King Cobras, or the deadly Pop Rocks and Coke combo.
Wimp. Everyone knows the real danger was Satanic cults. Man you were a dumb kid.Reminds me of the stories of children that die when sand holes they are digging collapse on them. Eek. At least all survived here, I assume.
I forgot about that! I totally did that when I was a kid, I was probably a little over 5' tall and dug a 6' hole on the beach. Had to dig steps into the side to get out. Then an adult came up and told me about the danger of what I was doing and how kids die from that "all the time"....I quickly climbed out and filled it back in, and after getting over the initial scare went back to only being worried about being killed by lava, quicksand, King Cobras, or the deadly Pop Rocks and Coke combo.
Yes, that's the best story to go by. Anything else they find was "already there".6x6x6 to plant a ten foot pine tree.
That's what I'm talking aboutNothing remarkable by me but I did have a colleague who hand dug the hole for his swimming pool in Orange County.
Nope......the FFA wants to stay true to @ChiefDMan, it's like some of you haven't heard of trenches, augers, or mini-Bobcats.
I have so many questions. What was the breakdown of blondes / brunettes / redheads? Were they all your handiwork or were you just on disposal and remediation? What did they do to suffer such severe consequences? Nagging? Cheating? Generally annoying? Inquiring minds want to know.Buried 100 dead chicks once. So probably that hole.
I have so many questions. What was the breakdown of blondes / brunettes / redheads? Were they all your handiwork or were you just on disposal and remediation? What did they do to suffer such severe consequences? Nagging? Cheating? Generally annoying? Inquiring minds want to know.Buried 100 dead chicks once. So probably that hole.
Like 15 years ago, one of our daughters had a class in middle school where they studied / incubated / hatched a bunch of chicks right before the end of the school year. She asked the teacher what was going to happen to the chicks when school ended, and she was appalled what they were going to do to them, so she told the school we would take all of them. We don't live in a zone that allows chickens, but my in-laws did. So I got volunteered to build them a chicken coop.I have so many questions. What was the breakdown of blondes / brunettes / redheads? Were they all your handiwork or were you just on disposal and remediation? What did they do to suffer such severe consequences? Nagging? Cheating? Generally annoying? Inquiring minds want to know.Buried 100 dead chicks once. So probably that hole.
They were all platinum blonde, with feathered hair.
They didn't do anything wrong. They were just in the wrong place (the barn) at the wrong time when it flooded. I came home from taking the PSATs to find the carnage, and jumped into action rescuing the 50 or so that had climbed on top of the others to survive. Chicks.....they can be ruthless.
My parents sold that property several years later, and a developer put in 4-5 homes. I always wondered if somebody on the construction crews came across that trench filled with a hundred little bird skeletons and wondered what in the hell had gone on.
I remember when I was known as the chicken murderer. THanks for assuming that role.Like 15 years ago, one of our daughters had a class in middle school where they studied / incubated / hatched a bunch of chicks right before the end of the school year. She asked the teacher what was going to happen to the chicks when school ended, and she was appalled what they were going to do to them, so she told the school we would take all of them. We don't live in a zone that allows chickens, but my in-laws did. So I got volunteered to build them a chicken coop.I have so many questions. What was the breakdown of blondes / brunettes / redheads? Were they all your handiwork or were you just on disposal and remediation? What did they do to suffer such severe consequences? Nagging? Cheating? Generally annoying? Inquiring minds want to know.Buried 100 dead chicks once. So probably that hole.
They were all platinum blonde, with feathered hair.
They didn't do anything wrong. They were just in the wrong place (the barn) at the wrong time when it flooded. I came home from taking the PSATs to find the carnage, and jumped into action rescuing the 50 or so that had climbed on top of the others to survive. Chicks.....they can be ruthless.
My parents sold that property several years later, and a developer put in 4-5 homes. I always wondered if somebody on the construction crews came across that trench filled with a hundred little bird skeletons and wondered what in the hell had gone on.
That alone wouldn't have been that bad, but everyone was SOOOOOOO concerned about the cute little chickens that this thing turned into a major project. It turned into the Taj Mahal of chicken coops. Like the size of a standalone garage. It ended up having multi levels, a fenced in yard for them, everything covered in netting so predators couldn't get in, etc. I ended up adding water and power for heating lamps. There was shelving, storage, big swinging doors that opened, even windows. I even added sliding ramps so they could get in and out of the coup and also added roofing to the damn thing. My in-laws liked the chicks so much, they even went out and bought more chicks. This thing chewed up my entire summer and cost thousands of dollars out of my own pocket to put together,
This monstrosity had only been done a week and a half when my in-laws got transferred, they sold the house, and the people that bought the property immediately tore the whole thing down. Someone came and took all the chickens and planned to eat them all. Our daugther ended up as upset as if we never took in the chicks. Let's just say I wasn't happy how that all turned out.
I feel like chicken tonight, chicken tonight, chicken tonight!!!April 6, 2013, GMTAN post #122,858
my day
Been working way too hard and long, so I decided to drive out to the country and buy some laying hens. Guy had 10 to sell me, so I am off to the west side of Elgin. Guy told to take the highway toward Bastrop, which I assumed was 21, but that was actually 17 miles past 95, that I had passed close to half an hour ago. I loop around and go back, only baout an hour late.
We go into his coop, stepping over the foot and a half fence at the bottom of the coop door, He uses some kind of big chicken net to snare thee hens and put them in the box, which lift up and carry off to the car. Forgetting the foot and a half fence in the doorway, that of course trips me. I go sprawling forward, holding the box in front of me nad it hits the ground, shortly followed by my chin that smacks onto the edge of it. My knees and elbows are skinned and I'm literally seeing stars. A few moments later I regain my senses and load the box in the back of the car. We repeat twice (both times with me standing safely outside the coop, safe from the nefarious threshold.
I get all three boxes loaded into the back of the car and to make sure they don't escape, I thorw a piece of memory foam on top of the boxes to hold the lid down. I thought I was being smart, since if I hit the brakes hard, the foam wouldn't fall off. I finally get home an hour later and back up to my coop to let the hens out and in the first box only two are alive, the other two dead. THe other two boxes each contain three dead chickens. They felt hot as hell. I guess their body heat with the memory foam on top just made them to hot and they all freaking died.
Now my wife's pissed and our friend staying with us is back in her bedroom crying.
Nice to have a few hours off on a Saturday afternoon...
fml
I feel like chicken tonight, chicken tonight, chicken tonight!!!April 6, 2013, GMTAN post #122,858
my day
Been working way too hard and long, so I decided to drive out to the country and buy some laying hens. Guy had 10 to sell me, so I am off to the west side of Elgin. Guy told to take the highway toward Bastrop, which I assumed was 21, but that was actually 17 miles past 95, that I had passed close to half an hour ago. I loop around and go back, only baout an hour late.
We go into his coop, stepping over the foot and a half fence at the bottom of the coop door, He uses some kind of big chicken net to snare thee hens and put them in the box, which lift up and carry off to the car. Forgetting the foot and a half fence in the doorway, that of course trips me. I go sprawling forward, holding the box in front of me nad it hits the ground, shortly followed by my chin that smacks onto the edge of it. My knees and elbows are skinned and I'm literally seeing stars. A few moments later I regain my senses and load the box in the back of the car. We repeat twice (both times with me standing safely outside the coop, safe from the nefarious threshold.
I get all three boxes loaded into the back of the car and to make sure they don't escape, I thorw a piece of memory foam on top of the boxes to hold the lid down. I thought I was being smart, since if I hit the brakes hard, the foam wouldn't fall off. I finally get home an hour later and back up to my coop to let the hens out and in the first box only two are alive, the other two dead. THe other two boxes each contain three dead chickens. They felt hot as hell. I guess their body heat with the memory foam on top just made them to hot and they all freaking died.
Now my wife's pissed and our friend staying with us is back in her bedroom crying.
Nice to have a few hours off on a Saturday afternoon...
fml