I Am So Tired But There's So Much To Do Complaint Thread
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People can be cruel and selfish!
Dana
wouldnt mind 50 Fahrenheitses right naos.
heats is better with pineapple ice pops
...exactly, which is why I wiil be happy to have my own place again. No more "drama".
My phone died so I had to replace it. (taps)
Sorry for your loss.
Dana
I remember when phones were the size of toasters, weighed 6 pounds, you could drive nails with the handset, wouldn't die if you ran over them with a truck and were still working a half century later when finally reclaimed by AT&T.
And some people still have them and use them. 
i remember pay phones.
a local call was 10 cents,
had to put my finger in a dial. learned how strenuous that was when push buttons came out.
You all are youngsters. I remember when phones were a wooden box on the wall with a crank you turned,
You had cranks? We had to pour in more acid and change the electrodes.
I remember when people yelled and yodelled to communicate over long distances.
You youngsters and your newfangled larynx tricks. In my day we just grunted and pointed, none of that cupping your hands next to your mouth. Signal fires on mountaintops worked just fine.
I think the best way to deal with that housemate is to love her like a relative, a distant relative. Not saying what she has done was right but it helps me more than it helps her. There is no need for me to hold a grudge as that will only hurt me.
You could talk? I remember when all we could do was jump up and down, grunt and fling poo to get our point across.
Do I need a mars rover? Hmm do I really need a mars rover?
Yeah, the handset was a pretty good weapon!
Ever drop one of those phones on your stocking feet? Ouch!
Dana
...

glowbutts are considerate, they party quietly
. not like crickets
. any day now the cicadas will start up a ruckus.
Phones? We had two tin cans tied together with string!
...we used to use semaphore flags.
Bah, youngsters! Back in the old days we were just single cell organisms. The only way to communicate was chemically, which meant that we peed in the sea around us and hoped someone got the message.
Think I was on the receiving end of some of those. Not voluntarily, mind. (ewww!)
Nowadays some kids use swimming pools instead of the sea.
is humid pea soup outside. ugh
do they check that gigantuan ferris wheel for rust?
if it's out there in a London pea soup, it needs checking every day.
London hasn't suffered those since the Clean Air Act.
They have something they put in the public pools here that turns it a bright color if someone pees in the pool. Instant embarrassment for the offender, and warning to everyone to get out!
I don't think they use this in all public pools yet. Progress can be slow sometimes. But I saw this in the news a couple of years ago. So maybe they've all caught up by now.
Dana
Probably a bad idea 'cause accidents happen.
Even here in the USA, young people don't remember what it was like back in the "good" old days ('50s, '60s, '70s) when, breathing the air could kill you. I remember riding through Lackawanna, NY (south of Buffalo) and the air was red, the houses were red, the streets were red, the dirt was red the plants were red, the clothes drying on the line outside the houses were red, and even the people had a reddish tinge to their skin. It was the smoke from the iron mills. All cars used leaded gasoline insidiously poisoning everybody and generating neurological problems in the people and even unborn infants. Litter was everywhere, bags filled with trash just tossed out the car anywhere, and everywhere, even as a kid I knew this was wrong yet you saw people doing it frequently. Lidless, rusty garbage cans were the norm, inviting all manner of critters to dine and scatter the contents. Pittsburgh was the same but worse. Car junkyards and huge piles of tires were unregulated. When the tire pile got too big, they were set on fire and burned for weeks. Everybody burned their own trash in a rusty 55 gallon drum in their back yard and people had coal furnaces. The smoke sometimes lingered in the air for days. In winter there was a continual smell of burning wood and coal and temperature inversions were more frequent so you'd have days where you couldn't see the sky. The snow had a black layer on top and you could see the successive layers deep into the snow as new storms buried the old layers.
skaramoosh skaramoosh do yooo fan dang oh
figgerr ohh ohhh
...
waitin for what next song, could possibly top that ...
start me up, start me up never sto op, make a groan mann cry yy
was that before EPA existed?