sitkaRains wrote:
Mmm, spiders with whipped cream on 'em.
So I guess it's a pretty safe bet that you don't want any of these for Halloween treats, right?


And hair spray would probably work as spider repellent. If the arachnid didn't take the hint, you could always light the spray.
"Subtrope of Improvised Weapon. A character uses an aerosol can, such as hairspray, with a match or lighter as a makeshift flamethrower. A serious case of Don't Try This at Home, because there's a very real risk that the flames will heat the canister up enough for it to rupture and explode. Also, it smells terrible. You can accidentally poison yourself if you keep doing it, thanks to the fumes. See also Farts on Fire for a smaller, more comedic version of this."
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AerosolFlamethrower

I hadn't heard that expression before, but Googled it, and up popped a YouTube clip from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.
Yup, that type.

"Just when you thought it was safe to go back onto the forum . . . "
ASCII Artist strikes again.

In a little fireproof suit. Pulled off its hood and four of its gloves and "flipped him the bird" four times, while making this face at him:

That guy shouldn't be allowed to have matches or lighters, and probably not anything sharper than a tennis ball, either. He's probably lucky there's no common sense test for getting a driver's license.

Okay. As long as you laughed, then "mission accomplished."

Huh; I just found out that Fr�ulein Hilda (Sigrid Valdis) married Col. Hogan, with Cpl. Newkirk as best man. (In 1970.)

. . . he wrote, steering the thread further off-topic.

I might be going to hell for laughing at that.

"I know nothing. Noth-ing!"

Aw, you're probably too young to remember John (Johann) Banner as Sgt.Schultz.

Good song. And now that you've probably gotten it stuck in the heads of everyone reading the thread . . .

That thing about friends being the best cure is good, BTW.

Okay, I didn't want to seem like I was picking on Tawt's spelling, but since somebody mentioned it . . .

Peas would be in a pod. Pees sometimes involves a pot.

Patience can last, but ice cream melts, so go for it.

That ice cream you mentioned reminded me of when the Howard Johnson's restaurants advertised "28 flavors" of ice cream. I think you had most of the flavors (and a lot more) right there.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howard_Johnson's#Early_years

I have all the answers, but I've forgotten the questions.

Yes, there's a certain very small percentage of the population who'll say "that's what we pay them for" when a cop is killed in the line of duty.
That's beyond sad.

I have to call BS on that. Maybe that happens where you live, but I bet you can't cite a specific example. But I know a state trooper who not only trashed his career, but ended up going to prison for inappropriate behavior with an underage girl. That's one guy out of a force of about 340 sworn officers.
As far as when a cop kills someone, if it's murder, they'll go to prison for it. Killing someone in the line of duty in not murder. If you know of a case where something different happened, post a link to the story.

I'm sure every state has laws like mine does about the circumstances where non-deadly and deadly force can be legally used, and law enforcement is subject to those laws just like everyone else. But only LE officers are expected to document sixteen-ways-to-Sunday what they did and why they did it, and are expected to wear a camera to prove it.

Dang, I didn't know that. Now that I've learned something new today, I can goof off for the rest of the day.
Thanks, Eric.

Tawt, I knew you were somewhere "across the pond," but didn't know until now that you're in Scotland. If the second part of your name refers to a certain Fender product, maybe you could get a job with Sir "Rod the Mod." (Probably nobody's called him that since '67 or so.)
I just read on Wikipedia that "Stewart is known for his liaisons with women and has had eight children, by five different mothers."
Rod might be living in L.A. or someplace now, though. Apparently he had to relearn how to sing after an operation for thyroid cancer, but I'll bet he's still rockin'. (In more than one way.)

Hang in there.

But that means he's okay. It's in the song.
"He sleeps all night and he works all day."

There are some communities where residents are painting a blue stripe, maybe 3" wide, on the curb in front of their houses. In rural areas like mine, some people are putting blue ribbons around mailbox posts, etc.
https://www.facebook.com/LEOSafeHarbor

I gotta find my "Thin Blue Line" bumper stickers.

"ICE ICE Baby."

Heh; I have an excuse for that. I have CRS--Can't Remember . . . Stuff.

Actually, I've discovered that reading far enough down a member's page can bring up the "To message this member, you must be" section, if they've filled that in. Very handy for knowing when to "just move on."

Sorry . . .
Let me go think of a way to extract my foot from my mouth--er, keyboard.