ronhic
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....this could be dangerous....
Oh dear.....
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toggleswitch2
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Concrete and two stitches, I say
Why is it the everything ELSE in life requires a license? *LOL*
Why is it the everything ELSE in life requires a license? *LOL*
ronhic
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Well....
....this may be true, but there are people out there that need organs badly...
....this may be true, but there are people out there that need organs badly...
Not being allowed to BREED....
That's the UNDERSTATEMENT of the decade......and I see it first hand
funny how my HOME has to be almost 100% PERFECT all the time, everything locked up, or padded, or have a gate....yet none of the homes these kids go back to don't need to meet a single requirement...just the ability reproduce more!!!
That's the UNDERSTATEMENT of the decade......and I see it first hand
funny how my HOME has to be almost 100% PERFECT all the time, everything locked up, or padded, or have a gate....yet none of the homes these kids go back to don't need to meet a single requirement...just the ability reproduce more!!!
deeprinser
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Hi ronhic.
Someone should tell that little one that its not an electric toothbrush !
Seriously, that photo is scary !
Kindest regards.
Louis.
Someone should tell that little one that its not an electric toothbrush !
Seriously, that photo is scary !
Kindest regards.
Louis.
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Being a parent of 4 and a grandparent of 7 I can assure you the photo was staged. I am sure the mixer was unplugged and the photographer got her to pose for a picture. Its not like a parent just walks around the house with a camera on for a cute imprompto picture. As a curious preschool kid, I got caught in the mixer twice. Once was an old three speed Dormeyer that needed help to beat an egg, so it was little more than a pinch. The worse one was a Hamilton Beach. We were visitng friends and I had begged them to turn it on. They were adamant they weren't turning it on and neither was I. I waited until they were deep in discussion and and snuck in the kitchen. I didn't realize you had to tighten a screw to hold the beaters in, so holding them in with one hand and turning it on with the other, I got my hand in the beaters. I let out a scream and the housewife got there first to turn off the mixer. Her husband and my dad worked quite a while to pound the beaters out of the mixer because of the tension of flesh and bone holding them tight against the spindle drive. I had a bloody and bruised hand, a whole lot of I aughta kick your butt and a long, long tongue lashing from the lady who told me I got what I deserved. To make it worse, the beaters were too bent to repair so my mom bought the replacements and I had to work off the $4.00 it cost in 1956.
I took a lot of heat from this picture taken a year ago in June. It was unplugged, but the old windbags at Kitchenaid needed to pitch a woo over my negligence.
Being a parent of 4 and a grandparent of 7 I can assure you the photo was staged. I am sure the mixer was unplugged and the photographer got her to pose for a picture. Its not like a parent just walks around the house with a camera on for a cute imprompto picture. As a curious preschool kid, I got caught in the mixer twice. Once was an old three speed Dormeyer that needed help to beat an egg, so it was little more than a pinch. The worse one was a Hamilton Beach. We were visitng friends and I had begged them to turn it on. They were adamant they weren't turning it on and neither was I. I waited until they were deep in discussion and and snuck in the kitchen. I didn't realize you had to tighten a screw to hold the beaters in, so holding them in with one hand and turning it on with the other, I got my hand in the beaters. I let out a scream and the housewife got there first to turn off the mixer. Her husband and my dad worked quite a while to pound the beaters out of the mixer because of the tension of flesh and bone holding them tight against the spindle drive. I had a bloody and bruised hand, a whole lot of I aughta kick your butt and a long, long tongue lashing from the lady who told me I got what I deserved. To make it worse, the beaters were too bent to repair so my mom bought the replacements and I had to work off the $4.00 it cost in 1956.
I took a lot of heat from this picture taken a year ago in June. It was unplugged, but the old windbags at Kitchenaid needed to pitch a woo over my negligence.
Ah, Kelly,
And if you had shown her holding the plug in the other hand, they'd have had a cow about that, too.
Funny, we don't want to give our kids proper health insurance, but we'll scream our lungs out about imaginary risks.
My hybrid wolf used to open the dishwasher, pull the bottom rack out and crunch the beaters in her jaws getting the last bit of chocolate off of them. Wish I had a picture of her laying down on those beater when I walked through the kitchen.
And if you had shown her holding the plug in the other hand, they'd have had a cow about that, too.
Funny, we don't want to give our kids proper health insurance, but we'll scream our lungs out about imaginary risks.
My hybrid wolf used to open the dishwasher, pull the bottom rack out and crunch the beaters in her jaws getting the last bit of chocolate off of them. Wish I had a picture of her laying down on those beater when I walked through the kitchen.
