(September 17, 2020 at 10:01 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote:

(September 17, 2020 at 9:34 pm)Fireball Wrote: Hell, I didn't like dealing with the smart asses who came into the shop, absolutely certain of the diagnosis of their vehicle's malfunction(s).

"I've looked at WebMD and..."

Yes, it happens.

I was having horrible chest pains, and could barely breathe as a result, many years ago. I went to the local clinic for my medical provider and it turned out to be a pulled muscle in my rib cage. How I did that is completely beyond me. In all fairness to myself, when I went in I told them that I was certain that I was not having a heart attack. I got bumped in line, anyway, because that old man self-diagnosing could certainly be wrong, and having him die in the waiting room would be a bit embarrassing, to say the least. Once I got an EKG, the urgency dropped off considerably, and I spent a fair amount of time in the waiting room, thereafter, waiting for the rest of the tests. I'll be honest, I was pretty damned scared, it hurt so badly. It was on a Monday, about 9 AM when it came on. Bad timing, right? Typical heart attack time!

BTDT.. . mine ended up diagnosed as reflux...

Drich is even more incoherent than I remember him being. Smells like panic before the election.

A bee is willing to give it's life just to cause you a moment of pain.

I can relate to that level of pettiness.

The Alien Bong Theory states that after you die, you come to and your alien buddies ask you: "How was it?"

Husband left to go to Home Depot and announced he had to pick up air filters and a bottle of death.

Glad he clarified that ants had invaded the yard or the concept of needing the bottle of death would have been disturbing.

(September 19, 2020 at 3:05 pm)arewethereyet Wrote: Husband left to go to Home Depot and announced he had to pick up air filters and a bottle of death.

Glad he clarified that ants had invaded the yard or the concept of needing the bottle of death would have been disturbing.

Hypothetically, where could one get a bottle of death?


Asking for a friend.

(September 19, 2020 at 6:44 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote:

(September 19, 2020 at 3:05 pm)arewethereyet Wrote: Husband left to go to Home Depot and announced he had to pick up air filters and a bottle of death.

Glad he clarified that ants had invaded the yard or the concept of needing the bottle of death would have been disturbing.

Hypothetically, where could one get a bottle of death?


Asking for a friend.

Any botanical supply or hardware store that sells organophosphate insecticides will have it.

(September 19, 2020 at 6:50 pm)Fireball Wrote:

(September 19, 2020 at 6:44 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote: Hypothetically, where could one get a bottle of death?


Asking for a friend.

Any botanical supply or hardware store that sells organophosphate insecticides will have it.

Is it literally called a bottle of death or is arewethereyet simply getting my hopes up?

Ellen is in charge of the gardening round here. She likes to add to the pesticide labels with a sharpie, things like ‘Smells like puke’, ‘Use the heavy gloves’ and decorating the bottles with sketches of dead things.

Boru