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Originally Posted by hle_625 Ok I've got another good memory.
When I was young like 4 or 5 my great grandma used to watch us wile my mom was at work. We would go out in her backyard and she would put sheets over the clothes lines and make us tents so we could play house. We would make salad out of leaves and flowers and pretend to eat it. She had a crate full of dishes for us to play with. Well one day I was digging for a bowl or something and I stuck my hand in the crate and pulled out a big TOAD!!! I started crying and peed my pants!
She would also put this big plastic sheet thing that she got at the store on a hill and put baby oil on it and me and my sisters would all go out in our panties and slip and slide all day long!!!
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Yea for grandma's....great or otherwise. I've always been told grandchildren are
much better than the kids you had to have to get them
Did you g-grandma let
her kids slip and slide in baby oil on plastic...probably not....she'd have to
clean up that mess
I'll share a toad story...please do not report me to PETA....we used to put fire crackers in their mouths. Frogs apparently don't have a spit it out reflex...know what's left of Mr Frog
after... absolutely....
nothing. Sometimes we had them smoke cigerettes we sneaked out of my dad's pack. Or another favorite frog torture...we'd place them in a circle of pine straw, light it on fire and sing....(in our best Johnny Cash voice) (bold here for baritone)
I fell into the burnin' ring of fire, went down, down, down, and the flames went higher' and it burns burns burns....that ring of fire... Just dawned on me...not only did we torture frogs...we were pyromaniacs to boot. A disclaimer....my parent's did not approve of frog torture nor paying with matches
PS Frogs will not flap their legs if thrown either
I am going to h-ll surrounded by the ghosts of frogs.......