We had an old school slip and slide. It came from the slip and slide folks, but there was no little bumper thingy on the end...you usually ended up sailing through yards of grass (both yard and yard meant here) once it had been used enough. It was held in place by metal, kind of like unstapled staples that you pushed into the ground. As these wore out or got lost, we took to holding the end down with bricks.

But, we lived. Until we got the Jarts out.

Ah, yes - thank you!
Ours too was the very basic version. It helped that our back garden had an incline. The main problem was that the garden was only slightly longer than the Slide Away! Dad used an old piece of carpet rolled up to help with the inevitable momentum induced injuries.

Our friends were SO jealous! But as with a number of childhood toys, when they were bought one it never actually lived up to their expectations. Firstly the incline and the abrupt end did make it more exciting and elicited more screams. Secondly there were three of us and our next door neighbour even before anyone came round, so there was always a queue and subsequent excitment. And thirdly (blowing my own trumpet) I always planned additional games and rules and special events around the basic thrill of just sliding down a piece of wet plastic.

Happy days.

i cant even begin to explain the lack of interest i have in reading this thread from scratch.

+1 to Kagen's posts. WHORE ME UP

there's no benefit to reading it from scratch anyway--the posts are meant to be random--that's the point. A place to stick stuff you would like to comment on, but don't necessarily merit an entire thread to themselves.

Whoreing kagen up would definitely have it's thrills but would make me feel too old. Darn it all!!! Can I just take aussie lessons?
:)
I'm here to whore enough myself thank you...


See? Random stuff no one wants to hear about later but is good for your post count. Unlike the "what do you look like rfn" thread. I read that like a novel. (good company for the "get it all out there nsfw" thread)

I'm double posting this, because it's so priceless, and I don't want anyone to miss it. Read it, and weep-- from laughing.

"PEACEFUL CAT COMES IN PEACE," the cat yowled. "WE BE MONITURRIN U."

http://cellar.org/showthread.php?t=16490&page=4

Okay, I did not know this:

Angora wool comes from bunnies.

Ack! I thought it came from goats. No more angora sweaters for me!

It's just creepy wearing bunnies. (shudder)

I worked with a woman who was really creeped out by goats.
Even the mention of them used to make her shudder.

I'm sure she's have been okay wearing bunnies.

US suicide rates-
http://www.suicidology.org/associati...gionsSlide.pdf

Could we get a more serious looking graph for this? What's with the large bubbly font and child-like coloring of the states? I mean, it isn't a map of travel, restaurants, or percentages of people who have traveled to disneyland.... I think it looks inappropriate. Just odd. Well this strikes me as odd, seeing as how there are many ways to shade even a map or indicate statistics without it looking happy, fun, and/or trivial. Move along, enjoy your day!

1) Why do hairdressers always try to give me the haircut they want? I'm the one who will be walking around with it after all.
2) Why do I always let hairdressers browbeat me into having the haircut they want?

Oh I remember. They are always so well groomed and smell so good and don't look all red and blotchy in the mirror like wot I do.

Somehow my simple request to have the back of my hair cut shorter because in the hot weather it gets sweaty has been declined by 3 hairdressers, giving me a mini mullet while the sides grow. They must be seeing such horrible sights of the back of my neck that they want to protect the rest of the world...

Whoring.

Thank you, I just discovered that....It's just way too late.

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