I first heard of it in 2007. I thought it was creepy then, and it’s even creepier now that it’s a “tradition,” particularly with the obsessive parents that put cameras in it.

Thanks to your skeet, I found a Pakistani restaurant about 20 miles away with reviews that rave about the sheermal. Definitely going to try it soon!

This would make a perfect replacement monument everywhere there is/was a participation trophy. They could use scraps from said participation trophies to make them, too.

1997 was the worst year of my life. I hope to never live through a year like that again.

There have been so many missing cats and dogs on NextDoor lately, intermixed with footage of coyotes and mountain lions wandering through yards and making off with pets. Lots of pictures of bloody collars found, too. Why would you risk your cat’s life like that?

I can handle portents and cackling, no problem. I will make my hunting rollator available to anyone who would like to try before they buy!

One of my all time favorites is a Regency-era dowager calling an English gentleman, residing in London at the time, a “quisling coward.”

I was getting some serious side eye, but the cats have now departed the room in disgust at the accordions.

I had forgotten all about that one. Thanks for the ear worm!

The race car I built in junior high shop class had fewer flaws. Mr. J would have made them scrap this and start over.