For those prepper's..when the s**t hits the fan,at the very end

I didn't want to be the one to say anything! LOL

*shakes head* No idea...LOL

 

It must be our friend Frank Lee Ticious as an alter ego

 

sigh.....I included that in my dad's eulogy. It was one of his favorites and one I learned to recite by the time I was no more than 8 or 9 yrs old.

 

This is "slightly" off target, something that rarely happens on Survival Monkey, but Dylan Thomas made me think about the demise of the family dinner table. All through my growing up years, my Mom, Dad, brother and I would sit around the dinner table and take turns reciting poetry, trying to find new and obscure poems and soliloquies, doing our best to out do one another with the recitation. That may be another form of euthanasia for some people (that's the thread connection) but cherished memories of the times in my life. Today, its hard to be heard over the sound from the TV set

 

ha. big Dylan Thomas fan here

 

I can relate to that! The only difference is, we would compete to see who could speak the loudest...

My oldest sister would speak to my mother, but the younger would cut in while the youngest sister would smack the table and squeak for attention. I would sometimes speak out of turn and received a fork thrown into my side by any one of my sisters, the blood often appearing much worse than the wound really was because chances were we had been eating spaghetti. My step mother would be raising her voice to my father, who had just stumbled in late from the bar after work, and she would remind him how she needed more money so we didn't have to always eat spaghetti. Of course, my Dad would remind her by pointing his finger directly in her face and growling, "Grrrrrrr," no, seriously he just growled, no words. And then we ate. Sometimes we laughed, but usually we just yelled and drew blood.

Ahhhh, miss those days.

 

LOL I don't blame you for missing the camaraderie those family dinners. The spoils go to the victor!

 

What if you are taken out in the middle of the night by Sarin gas?

 

LOL We can always count on you for our daily dose of reality!

 

And what idiot country would send a Sarin Gas missile, to take out two lone people, that live out in the middle of Bush Alaska? I ask that simple question? It is one reason I will NEVER live anywhere near a Major Population Center.... Those folks that do, choose to do so, for their own reasons, and they can live, or Die, with that choice.....

 

*sigh* Government people.

JOKE
noun
1. Something said or done to provoke laughter or cause amusement, as a witticism, a short and amusing anecdote, or a prankish act:
"He tells very funny jokes. She played a joke on him.'

2. Something that is amusing or ridiculous, especially because of being ludicrously inadequate or a sham; a thing, situation, or person laughed at rather than taken seriously; farce:
"Their pretense of generosity is a joke. An officer with no ability to command is a joke."

3. A matter that need not be taken very seriously; trifling matter:
"The loss was no joke."

4. Something that does not present the expected challenge; something very easy:
"The test was a joke for the whole class."