B wrote:We had a whole bag of asthma inhalers that we took to the police department medication drop.
Police Department: "We don't take those. Take them to the County Hazardous Waste drop."
County Hazardous Waste: "We don't take those. Take them over to Walgreens."
Walgreens: "We don't take those. Take them to the Police Department."
Update! County recycling sent out a newsletter with a link for instructions on disposing of medical waste.
Everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here, now, thank you. How are you?
The way my wife, her mother and her grandmother like to pack everything in garbage bags. No matter how fucking much the bag weighs they just keep cramming and cramming shit in there until it’s full. Nothing like a 55 gallon trash bag stuffed absolutely full with clothes.
Let me tell you, Homer Simpson is cock of nothing!
- C. Montgomery Burns
wease wrote:The way my wife, her mother and her grandmother like to pack everything in garbage bags. No matter how fucking much the bag weighs they just keep cramming and cramming shit in there until it’s full. Nothing like a 55 gallon trash bag stuffed absolutely full with clothes.
your wife's grandmother is still alive? that's impressive.
wease wrote:The way my wife, her mother and her grandmother like to pack everything in garbage bags. No matter how fucking much the bag weighs they just keep cramming and cramming shit in there until it’s full. Nothing like a 55 gallon trash bag stuffed absolutely full with clothes.
your wife's grandmother is still alive? that's impressive.
I still had both my grandmas until 2019. My mom’s mom died in Dec at 101 and last year my other grandmother passed at 89.
Let me tell you, Homer Simpson is cock of nothing!
- C. Montgomery Burns
wease wrote:The way my wife, her mother and her grandmother like to pack everything in garbage bags. No matter how fucking much the bag weighs they just keep cramming and cramming shit in there until it’s full. Nothing like a 55 gallon trash bag stuffed absolutely full with clothes.
your wife's grandmother is still alive? that's impressive.
I still had both my grandmas until 2019. My mom’s mom died in Dec at 101 and last year my other grandmother passed at 89.
wease wrote:The way my wife, her mother and her grandmother like to pack everything in garbage bags. No matter how fucking much the bag weighs they just keep cramming and cramming shit in there until it’s full. Nothing like a 55 gallon trash bag stuffed absolutely full with clothes.
your wife's grandmother is still alive? that's impressive.
wease wrote:The way my wife, her mother and her grandmother like to pack everything in garbage bags. No matter how fucking much the bag weighs they just keep cramming and cramming shit in there until it’s full. Nothing like a 55 gallon trash bag stuffed absolutely full with clothes.
your wife's grandmother is still alive? that's impressive.
My wife's grandma is 101.
Everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here, now, thank you. How are you?
all of the women on my wife's mom's side of the family live past 100. her great aunts were twins and lived until 105 and 104. her grandmother lived until she was 103.
wease wrote:The way my wife, her mother and her grandmother like to pack everything in garbage bags. No matter how fucking much the bag weighs they just keep cramming and cramming shit in there until it’s full. Nothing like a 55 gallon trash bag stuffed absolutely full with clothes.
your wife's grandmother is still alive? that's impressive.
I still had both my grandmas until 2019. My mom’s mom died in Dec at 101 and last year my other grandmother passed at 89.
which one could eat the most cold cuts?
Probably dads mom.
Let me tell you, Homer Simpson is cock of nothing!
- C. Montgomery Burns
wease wrote:The way my wife, her mother and her grandmother like to pack everything in garbage bags. No matter how fucking much the bag weighs they just keep cramming and cramming shit in there until it’s full. Nothing like a 55 gallon trash bag stuffed absolutely full with clothes.
your wife's grandmother is still alive? that's impressive.
They get pregnant young in the south.
I don’t know how young my mom’s mom was but my dad’s mom was 16 when she had her first child. She was 13 when she married my grandpa.
Let me tell you, Homer Simpson is cock of nothing!
- C. Montgomery Burns
Chris_H_2 wrote:all of the women on my wife's mom's side of the family live past 100. her great aunts were twins and lived until 105 and 104. her grandmother lived until she was 103.
wease wrote:The way my wife, her mother and her grandmother like to pack everything in garbage bags. No matter how fucking much the bag weighs they just keep cramming and cramming shit in there until it’s full. Nothing like a 55 gallon trash bag stuffed absolutely full with clothes.
your wife's grandmother is still alive? that's impressive.
My wife's grandma is 101.
That’s awesome
Let me tell you, Homer Simpson is cock of nothing!
- C. Montgomery Burns
wease wrote:The way my wife, her mother and her grandmother like to pack everything in garbage bags. No matter how fucking much the bag weighs they just keep cramming and cramming shit in there until it’s full. Nothing like a 55 gallon trash bag stuffed absolutely full with clothes.
your wife's grandmother is still alive? that's impressive.
They get pregnant young in the south.
I don’t know how young my mom’s mom was but my dad’s mom was 16 when she had her first child. She was 13 when she married my grandpa.
doug rr wrote:ugh, we've had 3 relatives die of various causes at 57...no one is allowed to be 57 anymore in our family..you go straight to 58 or stay at 56..i'm 55
Sounds like we’ve got you for a couple more years
Let me tell you, Homer Simpson is cock of nothing!
- C. Montgomery Burns
wease wrote:The way my wife, her mother and her grandmother like to pack everything in garbage bags. No matter how fucking much the bag weighs they just keep cramming and cramming shit in there until it’s full. Nothing like a 55 gallon trash bag stuffed absolutely full with clothes.
your wife's grandmother is still alive? that's impressive.
They get pregnant young in the south.
I don’t know how young my mom’s mom was but my dad’s mom was 16 when she had her first child. She was 13 when she married my grandpa.
goodness, gracious! great balls of fire!
Worse than that. Grandpa was 30 I think. If not, he was IN his 30s.
He said when he was fighting in WWII he had a picture in his mind of the perfect girl and after he got out and moved to the town he settled in he saw my grandma walking down the road and it was the exact picture in his head. Purely love at first sight.
They divorced after being together for almost 20 years. She was running around on him. Which is almost understandable. He’d been the only dude in her life since she was literally a kid. Hell, the age my youngest is now! It would only be natural for her to want to see what’s out there. She always denied it but I’m pretty sure she did. He left her and would never take her back. Even when he passed back in 2004 and he had been remarried for 30 years, she was still the love of his life and he was hers.
Let me tell you, Homer Simpson is cock of nothing!
- C. Montgomery Burns
Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.
There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.
There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.
O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.
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