I am concerned with the shopping cart wheel lock technology that prevents shopping carts from being removed from the parking lots. How will the bums haul their s***t around now?
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Main Entry: Eggin
Pronunciation: \’eg n\
Etymology: Middle English, from preschool, 21st century
1. (Verb) - To go on a search for hidden eggs normally associated with Easter.
“Dad, is it time to go eggin yet?”
Synonym - Easter egg hunt
I regret to say Obie has passed on. The cause of death, dental floss.
We’ll miss you.
Have you ever tuned on the water hose full-blast and just stuck it in to the ground, the water blasting the dirt and sand in every direction, welcoming the hose to enter the underdirt? <Begin Mischievous Echo> Never to be 
recovered.</End Mischievous Echo> When I was young, I did this a lot and it was exciting to think that I could water China. While I’m still not convinced it can not be done, I do appreciate the cost of a garden hose. Because, I know, you can never get it back. My kids were adamant about pulling the hose from the ground. First, they asked me to pull it out of the ground. I did give it a tug and at the same time noticed the water was still on. “What a stretchy hose”, I thought. Then, my wife chimed in, “I need that hose.” “Well, honey, then you shouldn’t have let the children bury it, it’s gone now.”, I replied. “They didn’t do it, I did.”, she remarked. Pause [Wild laughter ensues] I wonder if the children, or wives, in China are trying to “hose” to the United States. I’ll be waiting, I could use a new nozzle.
My younger girls love the laundry. They unfold it, sit on it, roll in it and generally drag it around the house. This Saturday morning I woke up and headed downstairs to get a up of coffee. I put some cargo shorts on from the day before to get me by until I can wake up and tackle the day. I sat down at the computer to download some pictures from an awards ceremony from my oldest girl. When I got up to hit the shower, I noticed a heavy feeling in my pocket. I jammed my hand in to the pocket to find a mushed up Pop-tart. In the time it took me to type this post, a root beer was shaken up and exploded and a dish of cat food was dumped on the floor. With kids, you never know. Well, I better get going, I think I heard a crash in the living room. The good news is I am going to hop them up on sugar and drop them with Grandma for the day!
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Kylie, my four year old daugter, got two crowns on the bottom molars and she calls them her jewelry teeth. She is very proud of them and I don’t have the heart to correct her by saying that it’s her grillz. OhhKaayyy! Yeahhhhah! (Photo of random man with grillz.)
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