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Alicia:
I remember back in my day when the valley used to flood -- happened about once a month -- we'd have to fashion ourselves rafts out of logs and paddle ourselves eight miles to school back and forth in the pouring rain. And did we ever complain? No. It built character. I think you all youse spring chickens could use a little of that.
And I'm not dead! I was only taking a catnap! *nods off*
LUXURY! I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our Mother would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
I cannot see your signature - so if it's witty, put it in a post instead! :p
archaic: Patty, if it was you wearing it, I'd consider a fuzzy pink pig suit to be lingerie. Patty makes pork rock.