Buried alive

October 14, 2009

Family Life

Possibly my favorite Flat Stanley moment…

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18 Responses to “Buried alive”

  1. diamond dave Says:
    14. October 2009 at 12:02 pm

    Flat Stanley? Now that brings back memories of fourth grade…

    • pam Says:
      14. October 2009 at 12:10 pm

      Really? I’m much older, so we never had a Flat Stanley. Or maybe our teachers thought that our redneck hillbilly mothers would try to cook him, who knows…
      :rofl:

  2. patti Says:
    14. October 2009 at 12:48 pm

    We never had him, but my kids sure did.

  3. Da Goddess Says:
    14. October 2009 at 2:58 pm

    That cracks me the fuck up.

  4. Wes Says:
    14. October 2009 at 8:13 pm

    Perfectumundo!
    Did I tell you about being in Orlando and seeing a big concrete building with TELEMUNDO on the roof and a sign for “Learn English Here” on the bottom floor?
    Should have taken a pic!

  5. Erinyes Says:
    14. October 2009 at 9:01 pm

    We didn’t have Flat Stanley. Just flat beer and pretzels…

  6. Peter Says:
    14. October 2009 at 9:04 pm

    We did not have Flat Stanley when I was in school. Instead we had maps to learn geography and books to learn everything else.

    Funny, in fifth grade I was somewhat ahead of most of the class. I was also somewhat disruptive (imagine that!). My teacher got tired of it after the first month and so, for everything but arithmetic, he had me in the very back of the room reading the Encyclopedia Americana and each day, writing a short report on what I had learned.

    To this day I know a little about a whole lot of things. Unfortunately the only things I know a lot about are pretty useless for making any money. Let’s see…I can drive around and spot the best place to set up and catch DWIs. I know that, when chasing a bad guy through a neighborhood to always shine the light around and look at the size of the dogshit before jumping over the fence. Please don’t ask me how I know that sometimes the bad guy just wakes up that big, mean dog and is over the other fence just as doggie has cleared out the cobwebs and is ready to chomp. :yay:

  7. Peter Says:
    14. October 2009 at 9:08 pm

    And also, please don’t how I got that “YAY” thingie when I was thinking about that old mutt, half the size of a bear, chewing on my leg. Stupid internets thingies. I hope AlGore’s legs grow together.

  8. Peter Says:
    14. October 2009 at 9:15 pm

    Lot’s of dogs let go when you hit them on the head with a flashlight. Some dogs do not let go, no matter how hard you whack them. Some dogs you can whack away as long as you can and they’d still chew the leg off a Mastodon. Damned near turned me into a cat lover.

    • pam Says:
      14. October 2009 at 11:37 pm

      Bull breeds will never let go… those are the mastadon dogs. And some dart in and out, trying to nip. Others rip and tear… It’s just better if the bad guy doesn’t have a dog. ;)

      • Peter Says:
        15. October 2009 at 8:39 am

        That wasn’t the bad guy’s dog, it was a citizen. The bad guy tore through the yard, the monster-dog woke up and said, huh? whazzat? In doggie language of course, then rookie Peter piled over the fence after the bad guy, only to really piss off Linda Lou when she caught me flirting with the nurses as they were trying to figure out if they were going to have to amputate from the scalp down.

        Then I was REALLY in trouble.