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I realize I dated myself on that one... I wonder how many young'uns know who Ward and June are or what they ave to do with The Beaver...
Well, she may have been a bit more like Norman Bates' mother than we know...I mean, hear name is CLEAVER...and her son, well... The splatter-movie possibilities are endless...
David wrote: "I realize I dated myself on that one... I wonder how many young'uns know who Ward and June are or what they ave to do with The Beaver..."
We know that means you're old enough to suddenly stop getting Social Security checks.... ;)
We know that means you're old enough to suddenly stop getting Social Security checks.... ;)
I have always remembered comedian Paul Rodriguez's beaver joke from the '80s: (went something like this) Whenever Ward Cleaver came home from work he'd ask June where the Beaver was. My father is Hispanic, he knew where the beaver was every night when he got home from work.
My favorite "You don't fark with Mother Nature" story is the one about the two Aussie nitwits, father and son, who didn't recognize a platypus. Dad picked it up and got poison spikes in the forearm.
Little known fact: the toxin causes the pain response to go into overload. And morphine aggravates the effect.
Pardon me while I laugh maniacally.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Little known fact: the toxin causes the pain response to go into overload. And morphine aggravates the effect.
Pardon me while I laugh maniacally.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
My son Bill has had a career of squirrel attacks. Out of the blue. For no reason. At least three times, squirrels have professed either a profound hatred of him, or way-too-much squirrel love (with claws). He avoids them now...but I suspect they have a prophecy proclaiming him the great dark power that will squash their nuts...
There was a squirrel that used to hang out with me when I was younger.
I named him George.
He just appeared one day and sat with me on my stoop.
Very friendly, but he hated my sisters best friend.
Who I couldn't stand.
He would chase her all the way to her house.
I named him George.
He just appeared one day and sat with me on my stoop.
Very friendly, but he hated my sisters best friend.
Who I couldn't stand.
He would chase her all the way to her house.





http://news.sky.com/story/1076746/bea...
A man from Brest was killed in a beaver attack.