I have a bunch of old cat heads with mirror eyes that used to line the driveway of a prominent estate hereabouts. Jones Big Ass Storage sounds like where they need to be. I need to call that guy.
neoplacebo wrote:I have a bunch of old cat heads with mirror eyes that used to line the driveway of a prominent estate hereabouts. Jones Big Ass Storage sounds like where they need to be. I need to call that guy.
Hell you could store them in my house. Those sound like some awesome home decor.
You aren't doing it wrong if no one knows what you are doing.
I didn't feel comfortable standing there, especially that black guy behind me with his arms crossed. I left.
The good thing about google maps is you can explore uncomfortable places (like Gary IN) without having to be there. When I have nothing else to do and am bored out of my mind I google map explore the shittiest towns in the USA I can find. Places like Detroit or Camden NJ. I try to find the dumpiest, scariest, most destitute and shady streets I can find. Just because.
My quest is never ending.
There's something weird going in Gary for sure.
You aren't doing it wrong if no one knows what you are doing.
You see, I bought this big-ass bag o' Halloween candy full of all kinds of good stuff like Laffy Taffy, Nerds, and Sweet Tarts for the childrens. I bought this bag of candy last week. This was mistake number one. I figured lo, I will not eat this candy. And to prevent myself from eating it I'll just hide it from myself. That was mistake number two. If you hide something from yourself you typically remember where it's at, and therefore it's not actually hidden, it's just not visible. Mistake number three was I accidentally ate almost all of the Halloween candy.
Halloween is fast approaching, and now the all the childrens will have to look forward to is Banana Laffy Taffy.
OooooOOppps!
You aren't doing it wrong if no one knows what you are doing.
Halloween may be my favorite holiday. We're off to the woods this weekend and won't play, but we haven't had any childrens in a long time anyway other than the 2-3 neighbor kids. I used to do the Florida yard up big time, with motion detectors, strobe lights highlighting floating skulls, yada. One year I took the chain off an electric chain saw, opened the door with it roaring, wiped it close to my leg and threw a fake foot at them. One year I was Pinhead from "Hellraiser" one of the scariest films everrrr. One year I turned the garage into a chamber of horrors that the little beggars had to go through to get the (really good) treats. Flashing lights, spooky music, corpse rising out of coffin, badass sounding attack dog (motion detector fake)... But hey, in the woods maybe we could do "Blair Witch"?
The young lady with Social Services was assigned a new list of clients who all lived down in the Projects.
She was making her rounds introducing herself to each of her assigned clients.
Knocking on one door, she was greeted by a young woman surrounded by 7 kids. Upon introducing herself, she sat down and proceeded to review the records on this young mother. "Are all these your children?" she asked. "Yes, they are, and another is on the way." Incredulously, she asked who the father was. "Big John", the young woman crooned. "John who?" she asked. "I don't know his last name, just 'Big John' ", she replied.
She finished her interview and knocked on another door. Same scenario; a young unmarried mother surrounded by a group of children.
She knocks on another door, and another, and another....same thing; unmarried mothers surrounded by a group of children; all whose father was 'Big John'.
Almost in a daze, she was walking towards another group of homes, when she rounded a corner and came face-to-face with a huge man with tight jeans and bulging muscles.
"I suppose you're 'Big John', she asked" "I am", he replied.
"You know you ought to be hung"? she screamed at him. To which he replied........"I am"