PolishedTopaz
Sous Chef
The fastest growing nail is on the middle finger. And the nail on the middle finger of your dominant hand will grow the fastest of all.
There is more than one north pole..........AND it migrates!!
The Earth Has More Than One North Pole: Scientific American
But Shrek is an ogre....does he count?
I stand corrected.
Now that I knew. Ninth grade science.
You mean you don't have irrepressible giggles yet about all the folks around here and farts???
I had Shrek laughing so hard in Wal-mart, this afternoon he almost fell over. Laughing about farts...
One of my Saint Bernards used to fart when she sat on the kitchen floor waiting for me to feed her...you could definitely hear those farts!i have had several dogs that farted. sometimes with sound and sometimes not, but you could always smell it. now i don't think i have had a cat that farted. certainly not the two i have now.
I hate the smell of bananas. I have had dreams where I have smelt bananas...rain...gravel roads on which the characters are traveling (I rarely dream about people I know--my dreams are like movies--I'm watching and can rewind and change the direction of the dream). I also smell smoke, cigarettes, and food cooking (if these are part of the scene). I don't wake up when I smell these things in my dreams, but in the morning, I remember smelling them--especially the bananas. I wonder if there is a dream study for which I could volunteer that is looking at whether people can smell in their dreams...when I dream of my grandmother, who died 40 years ago, I smell Chanel #5.Good question. To whick I have no good answer, other than sensory memory, maybe?
You mean you don't have irrepressible giggles yet about all the folks around here and farts???
I had Shrek laughing so hard in Wal-mart, this afternoon he almost fell over. Laughing about farts...
Okay, I will tell my little secret. When I would get mad with hubby, I would have scrambled eggs and fried onions for a TV snack just before we went to bed. When he was ready to settle down and start dozing off, he would partially cover his head. We would sleep spooning style. Then it was time for me to let out some little put puts. They slowly drifted up toward his probiscus. No wonder I oulived him.
addie, that's called a dutch oven! farting under blankets over the victim's head.
a boy scout summer camp tradition.
addie, that's called a dutch oven! farting under blankets over the victim's head.
a boy scout summer camp tradition.
Did you know that rotten onions smell like escaping gas? No, not that kind, the kind you have in your stove.