Random Stream of Consciousness

I got a Christmas present I have wanted forever. Behold the Tormek T-1
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Comes with bandaids!
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I just told Miss Snarly that "Toy Day" is coming. She's remembers my son comes, now she's waiting for everyone to come home.
Having a great time snarling at passing traffic, barking at ghosts, poking me to get up and help watch.:love:
She finally settled into watching quiety, had to give her a snack.
 
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My brother ruined everything!
Very reminiscent of Bruce and Gary Stairs.

Bruce ( my high school friend ) used to pick on Gary ( his little brother ) daily. Drove Gary up the fucking wall!! And as they grew, that gentler teasing turned into brotherly fights. Some seemed a bit more serious than others. I warned him that one day, Gary will even the score. He brushed aside my advice and continued. Bruce found out in his last year of high school that I was right.

His shiner was gone in about a week.
 
Very reminiscent of Bruce and Gary Stairs.

Bruce ( my high school friend ) used to pick on Gary ( his little brother ) daily. Drove Gary up the fucking wall!! And as they grew, that gentler teasing turned into brotherly fights. Some seemed a bit more serious than others. I warned him that one day, Gary will even the score. He brushed aside my advice and continued. Bruce found out in his last year of high school that I was right.

His shiner was gone in about a week.
My brother found me one day in an adolescent funk and decided to poke me in the eyes to cheer me up. I was sitting on some stairs and just exploded into him. He went straight throw a flimsy door into a garage, the floor of which had about 30 small boat anchors strewn about. Contusion gained a new meaning that day. (We were visiting people who sold boating gear). He never fucked with me again after that.
 
My brother found me one day in an adolescent funk and decided to poke me in the eyes to cheer me up. I was sitting on some stairs and just exploded into him. He went straight throw a flimsy door into a garage, the floor of which had about 30 small boat anchors strewn about. Contusion gained a new meaning that day. (We were visiting people who sold boating gear). He never fucked with me again after that.
I threw a blanket over my 2yr older brother and pummeled him, then accidentally slammed his head into the wall, knocked him out.
He never screwed with me again, got beat up by a 6th grader, lol.
 
My brother found me one day in an adolescent funk and decided to poke me in the eyes to cheer me up. I was sitting on some stairs and just exploded into him. He went straight throw a flimsy door into a garage, the floor of which had about 30 small boat anchors strewn about. Contusion gained a new meaning that day. (We were visiting people who sold boating gear). He never fucked with me again after that.
Atta boy!
 
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