Did my first stint in gaol for arson. Me and my mate set fire to Broome (the town not the cleaning implement). Got caught and the cops slung us in the cells for a few hours - age 3.
Playing chicken, jumped out in front of car waving arms like an idiot. Loud noise - unmarked police car, got hiding from mum - age 7.
Got knocked off for speeding on push bike. Doing 85 in 70 zone, great tail-wind a bit down hill. Over took car, unmarked police car, parents to collect pump and tyre vavles from police station - age 12.
Almost blew up a police car (by accident, honest). Threw a home made bomb just as police car came around the corner. Bomb detonates one or two feet in front of bumper. They didn't catch me that time, you can run on water when you clear a fence and land in a pool if your legs are moving fast enough age 13.
Tried to blow up the tough girls dunny at high school. Made a low powered contact/pressure explosive with mate's chemistry set and painted the underside of the toilet seats. When sat on gives off loud bang. Police investigated but didn't know it was us, science teacher did but fortunately didn't rat but politely suggested we stop. Also suggested we stop making hydrogen sulphide (rotten egg gas)outside schools air-conditioning intakes - age 15.
Questioned by police when standing in mate's front yard one evening pointing high powered rifles into night sky. Managed to convince them that we were actually looking at comet Hale-Bopp though the best optics we had, our telescopic rifle sights and due to overhanging trees it couldn't be seen from the back yard. Once they also saw it through the scopes they decided not to arrest us - age 32.
My parents despaired, my ex thought I was nuts. My kids and their friends think I'm a god.
Dem ones called children and they were put on earth so parents had someone to gang up against with grandchildren. That's why grandparents and grandkids get on so well........ The share a common enemy!
Finish Uni (hopefully pushing my average back above 70%). Work more (thus earn more). Spend as much time as possible with my kids, before they move out of home, the eldest anyway (fingers crossed). Get family business up and running.
I suffer from Gynekinetophobia - "A fear of being struck by falling women."
Not keen on using public toilets as I got beat up in one as a kid, but getting over it.
Not keen on cockroaches but don't really fear or hate them. They just tend to startle me, mind you not the little ones down here I'm talking about the monsters up north that walk up behind you look over your shoulder then beat you up for your lunch. They're almost big enough to saddle! Other bugs no probs, spiders are cool but I respect anything that bites, caution not fear. Snakes, I leave them alone they leave me alone (90%+ of snakebites happen when people are trying to kill them). Don't mind my own company, besides have family and friends so never alone or unloved. Wouldn't mind a partner but not the be all and end all (dateless not desperate). Not keen on heights but will stand on the edge of 70 foot cliff playing a fish. Failure I've done and is not such a biggy once you faced it. Poverty I was raised in and holds some of the best memories of my life. Pain, I live with what's a little more? Life is just the journey from one end to the other, Death for me is a ticket home.
p.s. Don't really suffer from Gynekinetophobia, I just love the diagnosis.
What light through yonder window breaks? 'Tis the east and Kizzy is the sun! Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon who is already sick and pale with grief That Thou, her maid, are far more fair than she Be not her maid, since she is envious Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off It is my Lady; O! it is my love O, that she knew she were!
Never wouldst I thinkest thou a bully I support thy actions true and fully, and shouldst I e'er ignore thee when thou address thy word to me I give to thee my heart to rend That I shouldst e'er be thy friend.
I must now go from here to there a meal for children to prepare There is no mocking in my word and pray the truth is what you've heard For I am but a new-born babe as I worship you and your friend Abe.
Just a small observation, re this thread and a few others like it.
Seems the ladies are more concerned about looks, equipment, size etc than the blokes yet the men are always the ones being derided for being shallow and superficial!
Yes they are talking about the fact that the problem is largely caused by their names and that names are just words. The other problem with Shakespeare is the language use has changed so much in the 500 odd years since he wrote. I believe (but stand to be corrected) that the wherefor in "Romeo, Romeo wherefor art thou Romeo?" actually today would be written as "whyfor" as in the question is not his location but rather his being who he is.
The Illustrated Stratford Shakespeare. Chancellor Press 1982 Edition ISBN 0 907486 15 0 Romeo and Juliet Act II Scene II (pg 708) (The famous balcony scene) "Juliet - 'Tis but thy name, that is my enemy: Thou art thyself though, not a Montague. What's a Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O! be some other name. What's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd Retain that dear perfection which he owes. Without that title, -Romeo doff thy name; and for thy names, which is no part of thee, Take all thyself!"
Pretty ugly and could scare a dog off a butchers truck. Odourous, unkempt and dirty. Can't comb my hair 'cause all the mirrors are broken. Kids times two, good looking, possibly not related. Eats just about anything dead or alive and it shows. Tend to exaggerate my good points. Sympathy, the reason my mum kept me. 6 foot tall. 6 foot round.
Technically this is correct. Practically they are both sharp thin bits of metal with a handle you shove into the ground and pull out the dirt with. btw what is the difference?
Might be a smaller bore but has a soooo much longer range. Also it's easier to hit the exact spot instead of just pointing it in the right direction and hoping for the best. And it may only fire one shot at a time but it reloads really fast.
Am not much very godd at reedign yu angelist. But du speeekin dee langage off lurrrv good. an mee bin outta kindy now so wee matches up gud yes?
That's about the level of much of the stuff I seem to get. I do wonder sometimes if they don't read or can't read. I do state in my profile that I'm not rigidly fixed to my preferred age group but plus or minus 20 years could be pushing it a bit.
Mind you viper, even I could be tempted to lie a little bit to get a chance at spending time with you!
Unfortunately such things happen all too often. When I was a kid one of my mates and his friend won one of the highest commendations for bravery in peace time there is. They were fishing at the wharf in Port Hedland when a kid fell over into the harbour. His Dad jumped straight in to save him as I think most fathers would. They got caught up in underwater cables and Shane and his friend also jumped in. They were able to rescue the son though even though he tried for 20 minutes he was unable to rescue the father. The divers who retrieved the body said there was no way they would have attempted it without diving gear. The wharf in Hedland is in a tidal creek with a 7-8 metre tide difference and zero visibility. When they were trying to get the father out the tide was on it's way out and flows so fast you cannot swim against it. He was 14 at the time.
Sad to say I have also seen families go through the anguish of loosing children as a result of auto mobile accidents when the children that died were the only ones in the vehicle not wearing seatbelts, but the parents were OK because they were strapped in. I regularly see people driving around without their kids restrained and I feel like going up and giving them a smack in the head and saying that if they don't love their kids maybe they should give them to someone else who will.
Usually the first thing that turns people off me is the light. In the dark I'm not too bad, 'cept maybe for the smell, though my dog doesn't seem to mind, well not too much, most of the time. My car, the old Landy's not the sort of wheels you'd pull up and park in front of a flash restaurant, or anywhere else the police might see it for that matter. My bike, when it's going, but most people don't realise I've got one they just think it's a pile of dirt. My kids, not really a big problem because they don't get let out of Jail too often. My mind, though I don't know why, I take it out and polish it twice a day and never use it (lowers the resale value). My body. Actually I have the body of an eighteen year old, and no, I'm not telling anyone where I hide it.
Some people seem to like my dog, especially when she stops foaming at the mouth and grows her fur back.
Other than these few minor flaws I'm quite a loveable person once people get to know me, I hope. I suppose I'll find out find out one day if it ever happens.
A "Husband Shopping Center" was opened where a woman could go to choose from among many men, to be her husband. It was laid out in five floors, with the men increasing in positive attributes as you ascended up the floors. The only rule was, once you opened the door to any floor, you must choose a man from that floor, and if you went up a floor, you couldn't go back down except to leave the place. So, a couple of girlfriends go to the place to find men.
First floor, the door had a sign saying: "These men have jobs and love kids." The women read the sign and say: "Well that's better than not having jobs, or not loving kids, but I wonder what's further up?" So up they go.
Second floor says: "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, and are extremely good looking". "Hmmm", say the girls, "But, I wonder what's further up?".
Third floor: "These men have high paying jobs, are extremely good looking, love kids and help with the housework." "Wow!" say the women. "Very tempting, BUT, there's more further up!" And so again, they go up.
Fourth floor: "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework, and have a strong romantic streak." "Oh, mercy me. But just think!?!?! What must be awaiting us further on!" So up to the fifth floor they go.
The sign on that door said: "This floor is just to prove that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping and have a nice day!!"
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RE: Your Life - Your Stories
Did my first stint in gaol for arson. Me and my mate set fire to Broome (the town not the cleaning implement). Got caught and the cops slung us in the cells for a few hours - age 3.Playing chicken, jumped out in front of car waving arms like an idiot. Loud noise - unmarked police car, got hiding from mum - age 7.
Got knocked off for speeding on push bike. Doing 85 in 70 zone, great tail-wind a bit down hill. Over took car, unmarked police car, parents to collect pump and tyre vavles from police station - age 12.
Almost blew up a police car (by accident, honest). Threw a home made bomb just as police car came around the corner. Bomb detonates one or two feet in front of bumper. They didn't catch me that time, you can run on water when you clear a fence and land in a pool if your legs are moving fast enough age 13.
Tried to blow up the tough girls dunny at high school. Made a low powered contact/pressure explosive with mate's chemistry set and painted the underside of the toilet seats. When sat on gives off loud bang. Police investigated but didn't know it was us, science teacher did but fortunately didn't rat but politely suggested we stop. Also suggested we stop making hydrogen sulphide (rotten egg gas)outside schools air-conditioning intakes - age 15.
Questioned by police when standing in mate's front yard one evening pointing high powered rifles into night sky. Managed to convince them that we were actually looking at comet Hale-Bopp though the best optics we had, our telescopic rifle sights and due to overhanging trees it couldn't be seen from the back yard. Once they also saw it through the scopes they decided not to arrest us - age 32.
My parents despaired, my ex thought I was nuts.
My kids and their friends think I'm a god.