Yikes! Hey, call me paranoid, but I NEVER EVER leave anything that is flamable on the burners of an electric stove. Seen and heard too many accidents resulting from that sort of thing. And on side note, does anyone else find those bloody burner knob circle heiroglyphics impossible to figure out? I am never entirely certain if it is the front or the back buner the little "On" circle is refering to. Man, I miss the days of nice, simple written labels that said "Right" "Left" "Front" "Back" "On" and "Off".
"electric hob" THIS is why I can't live in the UK!
If someone had asked me, out of context, "HuronBob, what is an electric hob?", I would never have figured it out.
Oven, stove, stove burner, or, a dance out of the early 70's?
Electric hob? Have you not heard that
Cook, cook, cook, cookability
That's the beauty of gas!
Tell, me, tell me, HuronBob,
What is an electric hob?
Do you ignite it with a knob,
And boil some corn upon the cob?
Or use it to restrain a mob?
Or land a better-paying job?
I ask you, with a desp'rate sob,
What IS this pesky 'lectric hob?
If I experienced a prob-
lem with my new Egyptian Ob-
elisk, would be truly ob-
durate of my to use my hob?
Before my brain begins to throb
And melt into an oozing glob,
Tell me, tell me, HuronBob.
Or I'll be forced to ask Lou Dobbs.
"We would advise families never to leave arsehole sons alone."
Indeed.
*applauds Underpants*
*shoots HuronBob in the head*
TUuuuuuM! Time for your medz!
*rattles pill cup*
well done, of course!
Ah, sweet, sweet Ritalin...
TUM, as always, beautiful...
/hands HB a bandaid for the headwound
Electric stoves/hobs whatnot, are BAD. dangerous, and impossible to do serious cooking on (so I hear). I mean have you ever seen one of those "great chefs of so-and-so" cooking over a red coil??? why, NO!
"We would advise families never to leave arsehole sons alone." Indeed. posted by randomaction at 03:49PM UTC on June 02, 2006
Awwwwhhh .. commm-onnnn ... this's bloody brilliant! That kid'll be able to get free beers offa that yarn for the rest of his life. Yeah, Rit' and Dex'll work on the attention/short term mem' thing, but mate, innit a bloody capper when ya get ta reckanize that ya bloody-well gotta choice? Us mob with whatchacallit ADHD who get the pitcha, we got it made inna shade. Wanna get focused on that boring bloody shit & get the shit done? Drop the tabs. Wanna be off the wall & go with the flow? Eh, just let ya brain do the usual fuckin cruisin. Dim-as, mate. I'm wasted straight. Fuckin A!. Just bloody love it, no worries. Eh, make it work for ya. Shit, i never needed street shit drugs. (Did as many as i got a chance at a'course) Born off me face and out there. Freedom's knowin the diff'. Blow up ya oldie's house eh? The best. Gotta be the top. What a cracker. Made me week. All i ever done was set me bedroom on fire! & ya move fast when ya adrenalin loops in. :-D
TOTALLY TUBULAR!
/hands HB a bandaid for the headwound
Do not give zombies bandages!
*shoots Medusa in the head*
*weeps*
Yay Underarm Monster!
don't worry MCT, for every snake you kill, 10 grow back....ZOMBIE SNAKES............HUNGRY ZOMBIE SNAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*weeps harder*
Shoots Medusa in the head.
"Only a flesh wound!"
I would be happy to leave him again when we next go on holiday.
"Unfortunately, we can't trust young Sean to do much after that. He'll be staying with grandmum from now on."
underware goblin...nice work!!!! :)
But...here's my confusion... from wikipedia... I checked this out and figured that the problem was the male ferret.. I just can't figure out how the darn thing caught fire....
ZombieBob
"
Hob means elf, from Hobbe, a variant of Rob (Hick for Richard, Hodge for Rodger) an abbreviation or alternative form of Robin Goodfellow, an elf in German folklore.
In local fairy tales of England, the Yorkshire hob was a fairy who was typically mean to people.
Hob is the root word for hobble, hobby, hobgoblin, hobyah, hobbit, hoberdidance, hobbididance, and hobbledehoy.
Hob is an old name for the Devil.
Hob is the term for a male ferret.
A Hob is a tool used in making gears, the process is referred to as hobbing.
A movement in which a person moves his or her head from side to side repeatedly (also referred to as hobbing)."
Oh a flaming goblin eh? Yeah yeah, they can be annoying there's no doubt.
Still, keep him away from the dorsal area and no worries.
I use my flaming goblin to bake fairy cakes.
I thought we covered fairy cakes in the Batwoman thread?
fairy cakes in the batwoman thread
that was furry cups
))) to ye, Monster!!!
tremble, ye muses! and speak
soft
so much in modern life
confuses
and may blow us all
aloft
so learn to know
when a can lets go
aerosolean gases
can blow a hole
in Mt Parnassus
Backatcha, beeswacky!
The folk o' the north (and even further north) had, apparently, some quaint/odd practices when it came to disposing of the bodies of the dead (whether friend or foe, who knows?). Not only did they keep bits and pieces bunddled together but actually moved some corpses/mummies about the premises for a couple of centuries or more.
Department of Looking A Head: Ye can hardly read many of the old Gaelic tales without wondering what in the blue-blazing hell was going on with all the beheaded heads. There are walls with cunning niches built into them for the explicit display, seemingly, of heads or skulls. And of course some folks made drinking cups of the skulls of folk.
And it has been known for some time that folk liked to bury abody or two under new structures like bridges and forts, a practice some have speculated speculated was done so the ghosts of the departed would look after the structure subsequently, in some way strengthening it.
All of which is a prelude to the Subject of Hob: there were many places which supposedly had Hobs of their very own (Hob of this or that farm) or families which had one. I think it's not unreasonable to wonder to wonder just who was buried on such farms or in such localities.
Attitudes of other days are not ours. It is impossible to fathom what people of preliterate times may have been thinking, but rather than tip a corpse into the nearest river, burial on or about the premises may have solved that Disagreeable Neighbour problem in times past.
truly odd indeed, sir bees, as we discussed in another thread about pictures of the departed.
The heads-in-wall-enclaves thing I can understand from a "I'm a big guy, don't take my stuff" point of view, but mummification I'm pretty unclear on.
My late 20th C paradigm filters, no doubt.
fairy cakesin the batwoman thread that was furry cups