Ogdred Weary
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The weirdest thing to me was that some of the body bags were blue fuzzy on outside - and bright blue, not navy or dark.
The weirdest thing to me was that some of the body bags were blue fuzzy on outside - and bright blue, not navy or dark.
The funeral employees (not sure what title would be) would pick up the body (already in a body bag) on the stretcher and set a type of pop up box atop the stretcher and wheel it out to the car.
Hello, Mortuary, Bill speaking.'
Yup but when Bill answers the phone there's no need for euphemisms.Mortuary? That's a bit upfront. At our local hospital I am reliably informed that they ring out for Rose Cottage...
Yeah, if it was me, I'd call it the charnel house.Yup but when Bill answers the phone there's no need for euphemisms.
Umm, has he finished with them ..?
Yeah, if it was me, I'd call it the charnel house.
That is almost the exact blue!
Nope, I watched him put them back in again and thought one day my teeth would be detachable as well. I used to keep checking, never quite sure when it could happen.Umm, has he finished with them ..?
Like when people removed their thumb and made it run up their arm.Nope, I watched him put them back in again and thought one day my teeth would be detachable as well. I used to keep checking, never quite sure when it could happen.
Lector's RestaurantYeah, if it was me, I'd call it the charnel house.
My uncle Billy used to do that!Like when people removed their thumb and made it run up their arm.
My uncle Billy used to do that!
It was even worse when he stole my nose... (if anyone else remembers this from their childhood days!).
That reminds me, there is a zoo (cant remember which one) where there is a sign that says 'the most dangerous animal in the world' you look through the window and its a mirror,I have stolen SO MANY toddlers' noses!
There was also a genuine Victorian joke often played on us by our Welsh Gran, born in 1908, who'd had it from her own Gran, born in the 1880s.
She'd hold out a hand and say 'Look at the monkey!' and we'd naturally look, to see ourselves in a little mirror. Gran'd ROAR with laughter.
We ALWAYS fell for it.
I've played that on kids too. Still works.
Rings a bell! I bet @titch knows.That reminds me, there is a zoo (cant remember which one) where there is a sign that says 'the most dangerous animal in the world' you look through the window and its a mirror,
But doesn't cutting 'em up encourage putrefaction? I mean, leave 'em in bigger bits and they don't decay as quick?Not if you cut them up...er...at least I think so...
Dunno why but as soon as I read this, I thought another term would be "Walnut nuts*".When I was a young kid the Star Trek cartoon existed and was shown on Saturday morning TV. I tuned in one day and the Klingons were on it. Ask my parents about my reaction to "The lobster headed people"... it was utter revulsion and terror for some reason. No idea why.
My mom used to crush up asprin in jam when we were kids, put me off of jam for yearsMy mother used to add it to a spoonful of sugar and I hated the gritty taste worse than the oil.
I got a Haliborange tablet (assume from halibut liver oil) which was like a yummy sweet. My mum as a kid in rural Germany was given a lump of yeast instead - not so yummy.A teaspoon of cod liver oil.
Anyone else remember frantically finding somewhere to hide, when that vile 'medicine' was imminent.
I got a Haliborange tablet
I liked it. I was a weird kid.A teaspoon of cod liver oil.
Anyone else remember frantically finding somewhere to hide, when that vile 'medicine' was imminent.
I liked it. I was a weird kid.
Me too, I liked it but then, for a while, my mother made us put sawdust on our breakfast cereal It was some sort of bran that was "good for us"
Sounds like oat bran. I put a small amount in my homemade muesli .... just adds a nice bit of texture.Me too, I liked it but then, for a while, my mother made us put sawdust on our breakfast cereal It was some sort of bran that was "good for us"