I don’t even know what that classroom display animal is/was, but it’s obvious that it was blinded and kicked in the snout by a something larger and more adept at surival. Maybe it’s just a good luck mascot that every child whacks on the way to the playground to prevent injuries. Your guess is as good as mine
Diesel, aka Robert Kroese, helped me to get into Big Time Blogging with cordial honest advice. Buy his books, read them, then donate them as gifts to the homeless. –Bunk
Escalator to 2nd Floor – Heck’s Kitchen Appliances.
Yeah, we had ‘em.
We’d split them up, Germans vs. Allies, set them up in the dirt, then each of us would shoot rubber bands at the opponent’s “army.” If the rubber band knocked over a soldier, he was taken off of the battlefield as KIA.
If you shot a rubber band off your thumb, hit or miss, it became part of your opponent’s arsenal. If you were a good shot but too aggressive, you might run out of rubberband ammo and lose the battle. Strategy & Tactics for 8 year old boys.
According to some venues these days, everyone hates being born white, so here’s the solution. Flick the Zippo, fire up the burner, and whammo.
Instant tan. Guaranteed to turn your hair black, too.
[Found in here.]