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chernmax
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HAHAHAAaaa, In NY, what do you call a garbage can burning in the middle of your living room???
A: Central Heating
I do remember winter days that where so cold inside our house because our boiler scuked, that our dogs and cats water bowls use to freeze into a block of ice!!!
Needless to say, NY has some of the best water on the planet and my dog never thought twice about drinking from the toilet!!!
A: Central Heating
I do remember winter days that where so cold inside our house because our boiler scuked, that our dogs and cats water bowls use to freeze into a block of ice!!!
Needless to say, NY has some of the best water on the planet and my dog never thought twice about drinking from the toilet!!!
flomaster
J.F. A sus ordenes!
chernmax said:The guy you called when the boiler went out again was always a good start!!!
I used to hate changing that valve on the side of the RAAAADiator. It used to blow steam. My mom used to make me change them. Of course you had to lift that stupid cover that made the radiator look more pretty. As if!
My dad was a super for years. Everyone played in the basement.
flomaster
J.F. A sus ordenes!
chernmax said:My radiator was multi-colored from melting crayons...From the winters we had heat of course!!!
That's funny. Of course you know when you had heat then you ran around the house in your skivvies because it was too hot and then it would go cold and people would bang on the pipes that went through everyones house. My mother once took one of those giant velvet murals from the wall to cover me when heat died. We lived just down the street from Hudson on the first floor. We used to dress for schol in the kitchen. Mom would turn oven on so we could stay warm. I got in trouble for holding my socks over the open flame so I didn't have to put them on cold. In trouble because I set the sock on fire.
chernmax
NOT Politically Correct!!
flomaster said:That's funny. Of course you know when you had heat then you ran around the house in your skivvies because it was too hot and then it would go cold and people would bang on the pipes that went through everyones house. My mother once took one of those giant velvet murals from the wall to cover me when heat died. We lived just down the street from Hudson on the first floor. We used to dress for schol in the kitchen. Mom would turn oven on so we could stay warm. I got in trouble for holding my socks over the open flame so I didn't have to put them on cold. In trouble because I set the sock on fire.
Homie, you are flooding me with too much memories.
In winter, come school mornings, use to grab my clothes and head to the kitchen to get fully dressed before even brushing my teeth...
itsbob
I bowl overhand
I've got a beautiful scar where my beard is from a radiator..chernmax said:My radiator was multi-colored from melting crayons...
Mom had just waxed the floors, I come sliding into the room as usual in my socks.. right across the room into the radiator, chin first.. Peeled my chin like a banana about halfway to my neck..
THEN i did it again in Sunday school pushing a chair from one room to another, when I hit the runner from the room seperator.. and went chin first into the back of the chair.. I had a great childhood, and have the scars to prove it!!
flomaster
J.F. A sus ordenes!
chernmax said:Holy Shoot, Aviation HS was one of my choices verse Food and Maritime Trades HS. My latter choice is the reason I joined the Navy...
Went to the Corps instead. Air Force recruiter was a slob. Instant turn off. Glad I picked route I did. No regrets. Miss the hood but it has changed so. Would never go back to live. Visit Mom and sis and that's it.
itsbob
I bowl overhand
Where did you grow up??chernmax said:Less scaring???
Scars are marks of honor.. part of growing up!!
Saw a commercial the other day where a little boy was talking about his mom telling him.. "Rub this on your cut so there won't be any scar!" Cut was above his eyebrow.. When I grew up the kid would have been beggin his mom to NOT use it so he could have a cool scar on his forehead..
And of course with scars, come memories, and cool stories..