The loxahatchee is great canoeing/kayaking. The gators just force you to be really careful so you don't fall out. So whats the deal with making toilets now 1.28 gallons per flush? This is getting disgusting. Might as well just have an outhouse at that point. I had my family and some guests over this past weekend, and the bowl looks like a Jackson Pollock. I mean, the water helps to keep things cleaner. They already had cut back to 1.6 gpf. I miss my old 5 gallon monster.
Doggie Style Isn't it interesting that the expressions "screw the pooch" and "fuck the dog" mean two completely different things?
Restrict all foods you serve to cheese-based items, eliminate any source of natural fibre in the house and you won't have that problem. Of course, you also won't have guests that stay longer than 24 hours. Which is also a bonus, in my books.
I've lit myself on fire for the fun of it, but alligators? I'd piss myself so much that the kayak would sink.
Yea, gators aren't really that scary. They will get out of you way almost every time. Really nothing to be afraid. But our Australian friends have crocodiles that are worth shitting yourself about.
Boobs aren't what I like to play with. Maybe they're dying their pubes. In the shower at least. Sink is just classless if that's the case. This thread is getting weird. I'm high on Percocet and Valium. I take no responsibility for my posts from here on until they are gone.
I mean to the uninitiated, gators can be very scary, but they generally leave you alone. Unless you are fucking with them, they don't typically attack out of nowhere. And don't mess with nests and eggs. All those people who get randomly bitten or eaten, are generally fucking about in the vicinity and not realizing they can run 30 mph. They love family pets. Just don't hang raw chicken off the side of your kayak and you are golden.
Say what? Seriously, if a gator is giving you trouble just whack him on the nose. Kittens of the swap, they are.
Yea, that is the crocodile, a gator is way different. Hell, it even says croc in your file of your photo.
Is there anybody here who doesn't get disgusted when they hear a recording of their own voice? To me, I sound like Adam Goldberg and I can't stand his voice.
During a brief stint in school where I contemplated being a singer, I recorded myself. Before the recording, I thought I sounded like Amanda Marshall. Turns out I sound a lot more like Minnie Mouse.
I live here in sunny south Florida too, and as others have said, the gators aren't really anything to worry about. Don't fuck with them and they(for the most part) won't fuck with you. Now the snakes....the snakes are a whole other discussion.
This is quite possibly the BEST EVER response to getting free candy with a purchase. Or worst. Worst works. I feel bad for that poor child, I'm sure he'll have totally healthy social interactions.
HA yeah, I've worked in phone sales for 2 1/2 years now and still cringe every time I hear a recording of my voice. What a miserable prick. It's like some people have a fetish for being offended. GOD FORBID the vegan has to toss something they received out of kindness. Peanuts would be one thing, but are gelatin allergies even life threatening?
I didn't realize Gwenyth Paltrow had time to write angry emails related to her kid's online purchases... One of the hardest things for me in my more active musician days was recording reference tracks and convincing myself they were not hot garbage. I'd sing, think it sounded absolutely abysmal, and then I'd sing it or play it for someone else and be complimented. Which makes me think all those asshats on American Idol, who are utterly shocked to find out they sound like a stray cat, have never heard themselves recorded. Cause even good singers don't like the sound of it.
I honestly watched that 2-3 times trying to figure out if they overdubbed a recording of McConaughey. Holy hell his voice was spot on.
I see those things and just think it must be an angry household. Do they even laugh or are they serious about everything, all the time? Miserable people.
Reminds me of the lady I saw yelling at her kid while listening to Blues Travelers at Bonnaroo a few years back. Boy was probably five, it was 95 out, kid just wanted to kick his shoes off and play a little bit as everyone sat and listened (we were far enough back from the stage everyone was sitting trying not to be miserable in the sun). The mom started scold the kid viscously about him about not becoming dirty and not wanting for him to turn into one of "these people." Sure no one likes crusty hippies but her dynamic with the kid really stuck with me, terrible shrew of a woman. You could tell the kid hated his life and sat there with his arms around his knees with a thousand yard stare.