In my dad's day they called this sort of thing Civil Defense. Now, it's been repackaged (more by the gover-business media than anyone else) as the foremost hobby of the profession... moreIn my dad's day they called this sort of thing Civil Defense. Now, it's been repackaged (more by the gover-business media than anyone else) as the foremost hobby of the professionally paranoid.
So how would you classify yourself, say, on a scale of 1 to 10--one being no preparation at all for disaster, and ten being full-on bunker mentality?
A fortress against fear In the rural Pacific Northwest, prepping for the day it hits the fan
If your ever at a clothing store in a mall and you see someone take something off the rack and hold it up to their body and say to their friend - what do you think and the friend s... moreIf your ever at a clothing store in a mall and you see someone take something off the rack and hold it up to their body and say to their friend - what do you think and the friend says - I don't know it looks a little big - then some guy pops his head around the corner and says - "thats what she said" then that guy is likely me. Cheers and happy weekend!
Mine:
1. Smoking
2. Excessive drinking.
3. Biting your nails.... moreMine:
1. Smoking
2. Excessive drinking.
3. Biting your nails.
4. Eating off other people's plates.
5. Not cleaning up after yourself, like taking your plate off the table after you eat at home. Don't expect people to pick up after you. Bad!
6. Not being considerate of others.
I'm sure everybody has a list. These are some of the things that bother me.
One friday I was walking home from work (4 to 12 shift) with my weekend 6 pack of Lucky lager in a plastic bag and along the way a guy with a butcher knife tried to rob me. So I us... moreOne friday I was walking home from work (4 to 12 shift) with my weekend 6 pack of Lucky lager in a plastic bag and along the way a guy with a butcher knife tried to rob me. So I used my acting skills to pretend I was scared and also that I was gay and also a bit of a drama queen. The guy still insisted that I give him my money so I said - well honey I don't have any money but if you want to get lucky - then I glanced over at some bushes. When the guy turned his head to look at the bushes I clocked him in the side of his head with the 6 pack of Lucky lager in the plastic bag and when he stopped crying I told him he's lucky it wasn't a 12 pack. Any way since it's the weekend I thought I would add a link to the song - Give Me Your Money Please by BTO. Cheers and happy weekend!
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