I have 8 sheets of 3/8 ply leaned up against my shed for about 7 years now that I tore out of my basement. I bet they are worth about a $1000 
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I know someone who found a gun when they pulled down their drywall. No joke.
I found a newspaper, in pieces, from 1930 when I pulled up my floor. I think it was for sound dampening. I managed to save and frame a Buck Rogers comic. Pretty cool. There were other comics but they were thrashed.
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That is exactly how I see my cats… it’s so weird to have this tame mini version of a wild creature living in my house. If our kitties were 10 times bigger, can you imagine how scary but amazing that would be. 
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My buddy’s uncle had some kind of hybrid where it was the kitten of a domestic cat who had been artificially inseminated with a wild cat like a lynx or something. The cat was definitely bigger than most house cats but still definitely a miniature version of whatever wild cat went into it. The guy was wearing a sling and had stitches because he tried to play with it and it’s claws went into his arm. Pretty crazy.
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Ur username made me go hmmmm…
I like it
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Awaiting an email from Mephisto…
Usually the monday seed drops in the Canadian store go live at 10a.m. and if you haven’t selected and paid for your order by 10:02 you’re shit outta luck until next sale (2 mondays from now)
They sell out that fast.
This morning I tried, as 3 selections I wanted (hubbabubbahaze, super orange haze and creme de la chem) were the three starins on today’s sale menu.
In at 10, checking out at 10:01. All 3 strains sold out.
Noticed at 11:26 that I still had all 3 items sitting in my shopping cart and hit the “purchase” button and immediately got an email notice with a confirmation # and an invoice…
Will wait and see what happens.
They took my money…
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there was a guy, husband of a co worker , picked up his cat when a dog entered there yard the cat wanted loose and bit him between knuckle on his index finger, house cat indoors mostly alll shots. it got infected and they amputated partt of his finger
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That stuff blows my mind when it’s something that seems so minor and ends up so serious.
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Cats have a terrible bite licking their paws after playing in the litter.
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True. I try to tune out the thought that the cat is basically covered in shit germs at any given time 
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Shit germs are everywhere 
particles in the air after we flush toilets. Toilet plume - Wikipedia
Fun fact for the day! 
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I’ve heard about the plume and it’s yet another thing I try to pretend doesn’t exist. I’m very fecal averse, I know call me weird
I used to do landscaping and one of the things people who have never done it before might not think of is what happens when a weedwhacker hits a pile of dog doo. I’ve had it splatter across my face a 3 or 4 times over the years, most guys have. I always told new bosses or workers that the day I can tell them what it tastes like is the last day I ever do it and to not take it personally when I leave immediately. I said it with humor but I meant it.
Thankfully it never got in my mouth, but according to a not so lucky friend it’s very salty. 
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Hahah! That’s horrid and I definitely never considered the possibility of it happening. Running over dog piles with a lawnmower was bad enough for me.
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Not as bad as a cats mouth thou, I’d just as soon be cut from aluminum.
Not as bad of an infection but it’s guaranteed.
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The worst I ever saw was a customer with 2 great danes that never picked up after them. I’m talking shit every foot or so, on the pool apron, the decks, and in the sand of their volleyball court on the side of the house. Really nice yard completely covered in it. For some reason the boss wouldn’t just drop them as customers. He was the type where it had to be perfect and every blade of grass was bagged and left with us. In the back he said no bag (it was too gross) and screw them, wherever it goes it goes. We stopped sending anyone back to weedwhack. Basically we took it as permission to intentionally try to lose the account.
We would literally blast shitty grass against the side of the house and the fences, a little in the pool, and wash the machines and our boots off on their pool apron and scrape our boots on their back steps. They never even complained. My boss finally dropped them after they got a third great dane. If I wasn’t a dumb teenager at the time I would have refused to even go back there in the first place.
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