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squirrel fight. Here are two squirrels acting, well, squirrely. Backed by a soundtrack of "The Final Countdown." Go squirrels go! Posted by have you seen this at 11:06 PM. Labels: animals, fight, videos, youtube ...
What do you think about this poem {Ramadan}?
my family used to live in a house by a cemetery that was built in 1900. While we lived there my husband began beating me and our 2 young children. I was also affected in a negative manner. I love & cherish animals,but while we lived there I would get uncontrollable urges to kill. I fought the feelings by praying but I ultimately ended up shooting 8 cats,3 dogs and a squirrel that we fed daily.My kids were violent also. I would see a tall dark figure following me day and night.I heard voices whispering frequently,and so did my kids. I wanted to drink so bad I ended up getting drunk quite often. My husband tried to kill me once too. All of us felt controlled by an outside force. We felt evil,and had horrible nightmares and evil thoughts. Doors opened & shut before our eyes. We all heard someone walking up & down the stairs at all hours. The worst part was our daughter died in a room upstairs that we all felt we were being watched in. It took the paramedics 20 minutes to get to our house,which was in the middle of nowhere country. Then it took them 10 minutes to revive her.The strange thing was,I awoke suddenly out of a deep sleep,heard my daughter calling "Mommy...Mommy" and I rushed upstairs to see her collapse onto the floor. She was already blue.The thing is,you could not hear noises upstairs from downstairs and my daughter later admitted she had not called out to me at all because she couldn't even breath.Since then we have always had an unordinary bond between us. We know when the other needs us. This happens quite frequently. I am wonderring what exactly caused me to wake up & call 911,and if my daughter has a special angel watching over her. After a few years we burned that house to the ground. The local surrounding firemen used it as a practice drill,but instead of saving it they let it burn completely down. We rebuilt on another section of our property,and soon after moving in things began to happen again. Things moved,voices talked to us,the balls on our pool table would lift and drop with noone near them.Shadows appeared. Our dreamcatchers feathers would stand straight up and remain in air for awhile before falling again. Even though it was an expensive new house,we moved again. Since then we no longer feel led to kill or hurt animals or people. We don't feel controlled,but we do see new spirits.My son has his own house and hears someone talking to him. My daughter has her own place and sees spirits and hears voices,and my 3 year old grand-daughter also sees spirits.My husband and I divorced and he is a non believer in spirits now. So,do you think we could have actually been possessed to kill,or controlled by unseen forces? Or was that particular house just extra haunted? I've seen spirits since I was 6 years old. Most houses I've lived in I have seen spirits of dead people and animals. Do you think my daughter,son,grand-daughter & I could possibly be some kind of psychic?lol yeah,getting rid of my hubby did wonders. And I quit drinking before we even moved out of the old house
Were we possessed or just haunted?
I live on the second floor of a 2 family apartment complex. I also live on top of a very large hill. Atop that hill, is an even larger tree. The tree is a huge nest for birds and squirrels, who then venture from the branches, to the roof of my home. All day long I can hear them (what sounds like) fighting. It gets so loud that sometimes I would swear theres a dog running on my roof. During the day its not so bad, I can generally tune it out. But the worst is at night when I'm trying to sleep and all I can hear is squirrels squeaking and running around. Is there anything I can do about this? Please help!
How do I get rid of noisy squirrels on the roof?
I started putting out piles of unsalted peanuts for them to eat. They love to eat them. But now, these squirrels are scampering around in a wild fashion, and some of them are getting in fights too. And a few times, they were climbing on my screen door demanding food. They make a lot of noise, and i'm afraid i might get in trouble, because i rent an apartment on the 2nd floor and these things are climbing all over the place like spiderman or something and acting like little hooligans.
Is it a bad idea to feed squirrels peanuts off my balcony? These things are acting crazy, going berzerk!!!?
RWJ reference. POLL! The flying fighting squirrels, or the bad ass bubbles who shout "LOOFAH! LOOFAH! YEAHH! LOOOOFAAHHH!! WOO!'
POLL: IS THIS VIDEO FAKE AND GAY? (RWJ FANS)?
1.Speak in improper English like ain't, and when the teacher corrects, nod like you understand and continue to speak improperly. 2.Randomly get out of your seat and sit on the floor. 3.When it is very quiet, raise your hand and insist it is too loud. 4.If the person next to you is quiet, turn and inform them that they are distracting you. 5.When the teacher calls on you to answer the question, answer `Two ' 6.Randomly raise your hand and say ???‚??The answer is three ???‚?? 7.Give your teacher a note that uses improper English and misspelled words. Have the note insisting that you are `the most bestest' in the class and demand to be moved up. 8.During a test, tell the teachers `the voices' are making you cheat 9.Color red dots all over your arm and show the teacher, and tell her/him that you are allergic to School. 10.Talk about the road kill squirrel you saw on your way to school. Say that it is your dinner. Talk in a redneck voice. 11.Take out sock puppets and play with them, and occasionally have them grab your classmate's hair. When the teacher looks, keep the sock on your hand and point to your classmate and tell the teacher that the classmate is attacking you with puppets 12. If your teacher walks around the room during the test, cover your test and glare at them suspiciously. 13. If your teacher walks around the room during a test, raise your hand and tell the teacher that they are cheating off you. 14. When the teacher calls on you to answer a question, talk in a creepy voice and say `I'll never tell' and a few questions later raise your hand and ask why you haven't been allowed to answer a question yet. 15. Ask to go to the bathroom. Stay in your seat, and when asked if you are going, say `I just did' 16. Raise your hand and point to a person on the other side of the room. Insist that that person is cheating off you. 17. Say that someone across the room is using their telepathic (mind-reading) abilities to cheat off of you. 18. Ask to go to the bathroom. Get up and walk into the wall. Furrow your brow, glare at the wall and walk into it again. Smile sheepishly and then walk out the door. 19. When coming back from bathroom, walk through the door. Then ask how you got there. 20. Raise your hand and ask if you can be excused to skip class. 21. Meow and bark occasionally. 22. Hold your head and groan, then tell your teacher that your multiple personalities are fighting. 23. Walk into class and look around confused. Ask where you are, then say ???‚??Oh, this is school I thought this was McDonalds 24. Read a book, and when class starts, raise your hand and say that they are interrupting your reading 25. Stumble into class, slur your words and tell your teacher `I swear to drunk I'm not God ' 26. Bring handcuffs into class and wear a plastic fake police badge. Tell your teacher that he/she is under arrest. 27. Walk into class with handcuffs on your wrist and say ???‚??Sorry for being late, I just broke out of prison.???‚?? (even if you aren't late) 28. Meow to answer a question 29. Raise your hand and introduce everyone to your imaginary friend Bob. Then loudly whisper to Bob saying that you hate this class. 30. Chew gum in class. If teacher says `I hope you brought enough for everybody' take out packs of gum and start passing out gum. 31. Smack gum loudly. When told to throw it out, take out the gum and hold in on your finger. Then insist you don't have any gum, and put it back in your mouth. 32. Stand up and introduce yourself at the beginning of class (even though everyone knows you). Inform everyone that you have had `the problem' for three years now. Then act confused and ask if the class is Alcoholics Anonymous. 33. Shove your heaviest book off your desk. Repeat. Glare at someone else every time the teacher looks. 34. Cry out randomly that everyone is against you. 35. Tell your teacher there is a disturbance the Force 36. Make a cone shape out of paper and glue red tissue paper to the top. Scribble/draw red and orange all over it. Wear it on your head and tell everyone that you're a volcano. 37. Tell your teacher you don't need to do your homework because you're skipping school tomorrow. 38. Tell your teacher that you're going to be sick tomorrow. 39. In anything but foreign language class (if you have one), speak in a foreign language. 40. Write `Gullible' on a piece of paper. Tape that piece of paper to the floor, ceiling, or chalkboard. Then tell everyone there is gullible written on the ___(floor ceiling or chalkboard). If they don't believe you point, then say `Made you look ' 41. Randomly laugh hysterically 42. Yell out STOP DROP AND ROLL 43. Tell your teacher to get ready to evacuate the school, for you are going to pull a fire alarm 44. Write `objects in mirror are dumber than they appear' on a small mirror. Ask people if they need to borrow your mirror. 45. Do the above, except on the bathroom mirrors. 46. Wear tissues on your head 47.
293 things to do in class, when you are bored!?
Today we well speak of Roald Dahl (1916 - 1990 / Cardiff / Wales yet he was originally from Norway) one of the most famous poets in mdern history with works for both children and adults, became one of the world's BESTSELLING authors. His short stories are known for their unexpected endings, and his children's books for their unsentimental, often very dark humor. Some of his better-known works include James and the Giant Peach, how ever he wrote this comic poem about TV . and it was a great hit at the time The question is ... What do you think this poor guy would have said if he lived to see the internet as it is today Enjoy : then answer my question Teli vision The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your television set -- Or better still, just don't install The idiotic thing at all. In almost every house we've been, We've watched them gaping at the screen. They loll and slop and lounge about, And stare until their eyes pop out. (Last week in someone's place we saw A dozen eyeballs on the floor.) They sit and stare and stare and sit Until they're hypnotized by it, Until they're absolutely drunk With all that shocking ghastly junk. Oh yes, we know it keeps them still, They don't climb out the window sill, They never fight or kick or punch, They leave you free to cook the lunch And wash the dishes in the sink -- But did you ever stop to think, To wonder just exactly what This does to your beloved tot? IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD! IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD! IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND! IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND! HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE! HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE! HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES! 'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say, 'But if we take the set away, What shall we do to entertain Our darling children? Please explain!' We'll answer this by asking you, 'What used the darling ones to do? 'How used they keep themselves contented Before this monster was invented?' Have you forgotten? Don't you know? We'll say it very loud and slow: THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ, AND READ and READ, and then proceed To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks! One half their lives was reading books! The nursery shelves held books galore! Books cluttered up the nursery floor! And in the bedroom, by the bed, More books were waiting to be read! Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales And treasure isles, and distant shores Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars, And pirates wearing purple pants, And sailing ships and elephants, And cannibals crouching 'round the pot, Stirring away at something hot. (It smells so good, what can it be? Good gracious, it's Penelope.) The younger ones had Beatrix Potter With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter, And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland, And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and- Just How The Camel Got His Hump, And How the Monkey Lost His Rump, And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul, There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole- Oh, books, what books they used to know, Those children living long ago! So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall. Then fill the shelves with lots of books, Ignoring all the dirty looks, The screams and yells, the bites and kicks, And children hitting you with sticks- Fear not, because we promise you That, in about a week or two Of having nothing else to do, They'll now begin to feel the need Of having something to read. And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy! You watch the slowly growing joy That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen They'll wonder what they'd ever seen In that ridiculous machine, That nauseating, foul, unclean, Repulsive television screen! And later, each and every kid Will love you more for what you did. Roald Dahl peace ! ; : 0 ) see next time with a new poet and a new poem
Ronald dahl and the famous TV poem care to comment?
not like little animals, like squirrels and crap i mean like animals that can be compared to humans it just seems that humans are so weak, chimps are about 4-5 times stronger than us for being our size, about a tall a gorilla, (right?) we are pretty damn weak, it's sad lol i remember hearing a baby orangutan already has a stronger grip than an adult human, not like a new born or anything, but you know a young one so is there any animal that a human can fight off that is like medium size or larger? without any weapons just muscle to muscle?
What animals are humans stronger than?
I played this game a while back and now for the life of me I cannot remember the name. In the game you played as this squirrel who hates his neighbors and you fight them to keep them away from you. And I think that if they were hugging you for too long then you would go crazy or somthing.or sorry but it is also an online game
Does anyone know this game?
what do you think this poet would have said if he lived to see the internet as it is today ... i hope you enjoy it like i did by Roald Dahl (1916 - 1990 / Cardiff / Wales) The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your television set -- Or better still, just don't install The idiotic thing at all. In almost every house we've been, We've watched them gaping at the screen. They loll and slop and lounge about, And stare until their eyes pop out. (Last week in someone's place we saw A dozen eyeballs on the floor.) They sit and stare and stare and sit Until they're hypnotised by it, Until they're absolutely drunk With all that shocking ghastly junk. Oh yes, we know it keeps them still, They don't climb out the window sill, They never fight or kick or punch, They leave you free to cook the lunch And wash the dishes in the sink -- But did you ever stop to think, To wonder just exactly what This does to your beloved tot? IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD! IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD! IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND! IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLIND HE CAN NO LONGER UNDERSTAND A FANTASY, A FAIRYLAND! HIS BRAIN BECOMES AS SOFT AS CHEESE! HIS POWERS OF THINKING RUST AND FREEZE! HE CANNOT THINK -- HE ONLY SEES! 'All right!' you'll cry. 'All right!' you'll say, 'But if we take the set away, What shall we do to entertain Our darling children? Please explain!' We'll answer this by asking you, 'What used the darling ones to do? 'How used they keep themselves contented Before this monster was invented?' Have you forgotten? Don't you know? We'll say it very loud and slow: THEY ... USED ... TO ... READ! They'd READ and READ, AND READ and READ, and then proceed To READ some more. Great Scott! Gadzooks! One half their lives was reading books! The nursery shelves held books galore! Books cluttered up the nursery floor! And in the bedroom, by the bed, More books were waiting to be read! Such wondrous, fine, fantastic tales Of dragons, gypsies, queens, and whales And treasure isles, and distant shores Where smugglers rowed with muffled oars, And pirates wearing purple pants, And sailing ships and elephants, And cannibals crouching 'round the pot, Stirring away at something hot. (It smells so good, what can it be? Good gracious, it's Penelope.) The younger ones had Beatrix Potter With Mr. Tod, the dirty rotter, And Squirrel Nutkin, Pigling Bland, And Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle and- Just How The Camel Got His Hump, And How the Monkey Lost His Rump, And Mr. Toad, and bless my soul, There's Mr. Rate and Mr. Mole- Oh, books, what books they used to know, Those children living long ago! So please, oh please, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall. Then fill the shelves with lots of books, Ignoring all the dirty looks, The screams and yells, the bites and kicks, And children hitting you with sticks- Fear not, because we promise you That, in about a week or two Of having nothing else to do, They'll now begin to feel the need Of having something to read. And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy! You watch the slowly growing joy That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen They'll wonder what they'd ever seen In that ridiculous machine, That nauseating, foul, unclean, Repulsive television screen! And later, each and every kid Will love you more for what you did. Roald Dahl
TV vs internet ....care to comment?
I just want some honest, constructive criticism. If you like it, let me know. If you don't like it, some pointers on how to improve would be wonderful. This is just a small piece of prose. If anyone would like to read something a little bit longer, email me and I would be more than happy to send you something. Thanks! Darkness drapes over the town like a much welcomed blanket at the end of the day, shadowing the trees and giving the park a mysterious and curious ambience. Heavy clouds of black cotton obscure the sky above as stars fight to watch the night-dwellers curiously from a million miles away. For a night in just the beginning of October, it's still fairly warm out, hoodie and jeans weather. Wind brushes against the leaves that cling to life from the branches of trees. Many slip and spiral to the ground, brushing against my shoulder and getting caught in the mahogany hair of the wonderful girl walking beside me. The leaves rustle, but no, it's not the wind. It's just a squirrel searching for the last acorns before winter invades. A familiar, trickling laughter intrudes on the serene melodies of the night. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips, and my eyes wander from the squirrel to her face, her beautiful face that I could not describe in a million words and still do it justice. Brown eyes sparkle gold with childish glee under thick eyelashes that curl like the cresting waves of the ocean. Lips curling back, revealing perfectly straight, ivory teeth, forming into the smile that makes my breath catch every time. I chuckle along, my hand searching for hers in the pocket of her jacket. Fingers twist clumsily among each other, and then work into place between one another. We keep walking, losing consciousness of the physical world around us, until we find a bench that sits under a tree, half-naked of leaves. The bench is old, made of iron and wood. Years ago, I'm sure this bench was something quite impressive to be admired, but now the iron is rusting and the wood's brown paint ???‚??? probably its third or fourth coat ???‚??? is chipping off, defaced by the passing of time. We sit down anyway, too distracted to realize the details of the tarnished bench. Instinctively, I pull her close to me, determined to keep her in my arms against the battles of turmoil and aguish. She is mine, and I want the world and universe to know that they can't separate us. She leans her head into the curve of my neck, shifting her elbow awkwardly into my side. We shift restlessly for a moment, looking for a comfortable position, and then settle beside each other. A steamy, misshapen figure drops from my mouth into the pressing coldness as I exhale with content and the temporary unawareness of despair.
