Apparently the activity of choice once the tv goes off (and Mom goes out
to the back yard) is to spray a hose into Mom's piano room through the
window. I've never been so close to murdering a couple of six year-olds
before in my life. Water pouring through the floor into the basement.
Luckily my piano seems to have somehow miraculously escaped the
majority of the water. Only my sheet music appears to be damaged. Give
me a year, and if my piano survives, I'll probably laugh.
It is amazing how after
screaming and yelling, and spanking and banishing kids to their rooms,
and crying and fuming, once I surveyed the damage, forgave the little
bugers, hugged them until they stopped crying, and told them that I love
them, it's amazing how much better it feels to forgive than to fume.
Brad’s Cactus Shack Episode 19 – Illegal 900 Number Fraud
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On this week’s Brad’s Cactus Shack, we’re going to phone phreak like it’s
1995 so that we can illegally dial in to some sexy 1-900 numbers for actual
real-...
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