did any of you 35 year old treehuggers that live in your parents basement got a problem with me harvesting?
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That's what I'm talking about.  Kill 'em & grill 'em.  If god didn't want us to kill and eat animals - he wouldn't have made them out of meat!  Nothin' quite like that front flip a doe on the run makes when you pop her w/ a 7mm mag from 25 yards.
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We all did this.Especially if the head of the family was a smoker.Would'nt worry.I'll be 75 next year,has'nt effected me so far. Touch wood.
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The "Boogie Man" down in the basement. \n\nTo this day (44 yrs old) I hate going down into the basement!!! \n\nPARENTS WHY WHY WHY are they so cruel? LOL\n\nI also hate Thunder and Lightening. Thanks to my mother!!! She made me paranoid of it for some odd reason. \n\nMY husband & 3 kids LOVE thunder and lightening storms. I just want to HIDE!
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no but one time my step dad was using a willow switdh on me and he left the little budding knobs on it and he whipped me with it and it left my entire leg bloody
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I'm guessing I'm as old as your dad and I still climb trees, can't beat it.
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Used to,they are gone now.I lived near them by choice.As they got older,they  started needing my help.It was only fair to help my parents as they aged and hope that someone will help me if I live to be old.Not all parents are good to their children,but mine were good to me and I paid them back as they aged and was with both of them when they died. I have no regrets.Just didn't want to live next door to them,sometimes one of them would get into my personal business.Had to move 20 miles away.Close,but not too close.I would tell you that living close ,especially how dangerous things are getting in this world.As they age, they will need your help in more ways than one.Live as close as you can,but try to keep your life to yourself.My parents always cared for my well being,sometimes too much.Had to have that little bit of distance so I could live my life my way.
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omfg! im sooo sorry to hear about that, your parents are fucking sick bastards i have to say! They sound like there are seriously menatally ill and need professional help!\n\nI have to say your bf sounds lovely for taking care of you and being there for you, i would personally give him a hug if i saw him.\n\nHave you reported any of these incidents when you were younger to the NSPCC for example?\n\nYou are past 16 so therefore, intitiled legally to leave home and im sure the local council could set you up in a new estate away from your parents. However, although you are past the age of using childline and NSPCC you can always call the smaratins for more help and advice who could arrange your house setting and also prosecute those demon parents of your so you can get your just desserts.\n\nIf you ever wanna talk just email me or message me on madness17@hotmail.co.uk\n\ni sure hope things improve for you and best of luck for the future xxx\n:)
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Try a divining rod.  No one can explain how they word scientifically, but there are people (mostly old, rural folk) who can quite successfully use it to find a good spring.  My dad has been pretty successful (or lucky according to some people) doing it.
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in most states, the branchs that are on your property are yours..\nhence you usually have the right to cut.but you need to double check this..\nif he does not want you to cut because it could cause the tree to die , get a local tree wound healer to put over the fresh cuts...\ntake photos. send the neighbor  a letter of your intent...\nalso contact your insurance company, so they can sue your neighbor damages for neglect....because he can be sued for neglect and endangerment of your property.ask for his insurance companies name.\nif they have a home loan ,which you can find out at records, contact the lender and tell them the situation...because they do not want a possiblity of being liable....or just contact a lawyer and have them send your neighbor a letter , complaining about his neglect and endangerment of your well being and property...
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My moms boyfriend Bill and his dad were working on the dryer in our house and ended up blowing out the entire electrical system so we had to move. Our old address was 4302 and then became 6302 once we moved into this 3 bedroom house. It was huge! Well, the rooms were anyway, which was good because my sis and i had to share a room. One night i was laying in bed and my sis on the other side and i asked her how she wanted me to decorate the room, if she wanted me to paint mickey mouse or the little mermaid on her side of the room. Now, above my head i had placed a fairly heavy picture of a kitty on my wall. As i was talking i looked up and saw it fall toward my face but right before it hit me, about 2 inches from my face,  it moved to the left suddenly and fell on the floor. I got up and looked at the thumb tack and realized the tack was not to blame, it looked fine and wasnt slanting  or broken in any way.\n\nLater, my mom was putting away some things in our front room closet. My mom is 5 feet 2 inches tall and the shelf was just tall enough that she had to stand on tip toes to reach it. I was standing about 1 foot from her, watching and talking to her. She put a flash light up there and a second later it flew from the shelf and came within centimeters of hitting her face then dropped to the floor, almost as if she had her own personal force field around her to protect her.\n\nMy mom had nick-nacks up on the fire place mantel and we woke up one morning to find just the ones that meant anything to her broken on the floor. \n\nI had a bird in this house. When i took her out to perch her on my shoulder she suddenly freaked out, flew around the front room for 5 minutes and wouldnt land back on me then suddenly dropped dead in midflight.\n\nMy mom had a dream of her walking out of her room to my brothers room and in the middle of the room was a girl that told her to leave the house immediatly and never come back.\n\nMy mom did some research on this house and found that an old man had died in the house, that it had several drive by shootings and police involved shootings, it had been the site of cultist sacrifices and had been a used to traffic drugs.\n\nWe didnt live here for very long. My mom got a bank loan at the tune of 10 grand and had the wiring fixed in our old house. This happened when i was 17 and i am now 26. Im glad we all survived this stupid house.
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we dug a round hole & put a big [tractor] wheel down into the hole.  Then had a hard metal lid made for it.  Take the lid off & fire pit!!  Put the lid on & we can mow over it, walk on it, etc.\nworks great & is only a fews yard from our basement walk-out
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That's odd. It could just be that the kids' parents didn't know who lived at your house so they didn't let their kids stop. It could also be a problem with location. If you live in a bad or dark part of town or on the outskirts or something, your place could have just been out of the trick or treater's way. \n\nDid you have your lights on? Thats another contributing factor.
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I used to have a place in the woods in Connecticut growing up.  It was on a ledge of a cliff in really thick evergreens, you couldn't see it from above or below. My friend and I built a platform out of Pallets his father brought home from work.  We were over a pond, probably 70 feet below that was fed by a stream that came from above the cliff and sort of worked its way around, so we diverted it and made it a waterfall.  In the Spring it was pretty heavy and by fall was just a trickle.  I went back there about 15 years after the last time I saw it and it was all still there, but the wooden platform was rotted and ready to fall down.  It made me realize how old I was getting.  The waterfall had worn a little in the rock and looked perfectly natural and still worked the way we left it.  No one had ever found it.\n\nNow I have a doghouse.  It's too nasty for anyone to bother me so it's not really secret, but its safe.
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THAT GUY IS IGNORANT AND IT SOUNDS LIKE UR MOM DID A GREAT JOB RAISING YOU..AND YOU ARE DOING A GREAT JOB AS WELL..THAT GUY IS POOR HIMSELF..POOR IN BRAINS
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yeah, but they were super small and had really small biceps, so i kicked their asses. one of them -- zort, i think he was called -- spoke english but kept using those malaprops bush makes so i thought to myself "they must be listening to our news" this is when i freaked and went all chuck norris on them, which was kinda hard cos my roundhouse kept going over their heads. i ended up using a fly-swatter for most of them but then my mom called me for dinner and i had to cover up the evidence real quick like. to this day i still can't go down to the barn without my little sister tagging along for security.
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We were out "camping" in a trailer... My cousin and I spent the whole day fixing it up and making it look nice for the next day when the family would arrive.. Late that night we were fixing something underneath the "sink" and we heard a rustling.. so we were looking around all the cabinets to see what it was.. I opened up the fridge and this HUGE flying squirrell came rushing out and it smacked into my cousin and got caught in the curtains...   it took us 4 hours to get the poor 'lil guy back outside... Then he kept trying to get back in, finally he got the idea and ran off to wherever.
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I had to put my foot down at my mother's house, too. \n\nI started it, I suppose. I would go to visit her almost every weekend, and to work out the frustration of cubicle job, I would do work on her property. I didn't even notice that she started having chores lined up.\n\nThen I had problems with my washer and had brought some laundry with me. Since I didn't have full loads, and as a thank-you for letting me use her water and power, I washed her laundry, too. After my washer was fixed, I didn't bring any laundry, and she gave me a hard time about not doing laundry when I went to visit (my two younger brothers lived with her at the time). I was shocked.\n\nI came right out and told her that I didn't live with her. I told her I loved visiting, and was happy to lend a hand once in a while if she needed it, but that I wasn't a member of her household. I told her my visits to see her were my break from my work-a-day life, and not a part of it.\n\nAnd I visited a little less often.