I had #7 happen on a Thanksgiving morning while brining a turkey in the sink. The epoxy that held on the tiles that supported the sink let go, and that was that. Held it back up with a couple 2x4's until I could get a good support system delivered.
Not a "Fucking Monday", but definitely a "Fuck My Life" moment
#5 You know if somebody was sitting there when that came through the ceiling they were going to be either constipated or sitting on a pile of shit a foot above the toilet. #6 call the kid and the cats from the picture on the website as a clean up crew.
One of the grandmothers was attacked by her father's rooster when she was about 4 or 5 years old. She flipped out her foot at it and caught in neck and killed it. As she turned around, she saw her father watching her.
Sister got a chick in her Easter basket one year. It grew up to be a big White Leghorn rooster. It attacked me from behind one day while I was mowing the back yard, shirtless. Had it for dinner that evening.
Your attack chicken stories remind me of a similar incident when I was about 4 or 5. As I recall got the Easter chick which became a mean rooster that kept attacking my bare legs (summer shorts). What did my dad do? He locked my in the chicken pen to help me "get over your fear." I climbed over the damn thing and got cut on the chicken wire at the top. Long time ago.
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#5 - If the person on the toilet didn't need to take a shit, they sure did get some motivation right there !
ReplyDelete#8 - Peacocks iz assholes, yesirree.
#8 Peacocks iz what's for dinner.
Deletepeacocks are just gay turkeys.
Delete#8: A peacock named Biden.
ReplyDeleteI had #7 happen on a Thanksgiving morning while brining a turkey in the sink. The epoxy that held on the tiles that supported the sink let go, and that was that. Held it back up with a couple 2x4's until I could get a good support system delivered.
ReplyDeleteNot a "Fucking Monday", but definitely a "Fuck My Life" moment
#9 Farm was in Northern Italy. There was another boulder...
ReplyDeletehttps://blogs.agu.org/landslideblog/2014/01/29/tramin-rockfall/
Thanks for the link,,
Delete#5 You know if somebody was sitting there when that came through the ceiling they were going to be either constipated or sitting on a pile of shit a foot above the toilet. #6 call the kid and the cats from the picture on the website as a clean up crew.
ReplyDeleteOne of the grandmothers was attacked by her father's rooster when she was about 4 or 5 years old. She flipped out her foot at it and caught in neck and killed it. As she turned around, she saw her father watching her.
ReplyDeleteHer: It attacked me!
Dad: Yup. Guess we're having chicken for dinner.
Sister got a chick in her Easter basket one year. It grew up to be a big White Leghorn rooster. It attacked me from behind one day while I was mowing the back yard, shirtless. Had it for dinner that evening.
DeleteYour attack chicken stories remind me of a similar incident when I was about 4 or 5. As I recall got the Easter chick which became a mean rooster that kept attacking my bare legs (summer shorts). What did my dad do? He locked my in the chicken pen to help me "get over your fear." I climbed over the damn thing and got cut on the chicken wire at the top. Long time ago.
ReplyDelete#5 - That log is definitely too big for the toilet...
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