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Vet wanted to show me how to do the internal. I don't want Dabber to associate my fingers with that sort of thing. She's already a coward when I have to give her an after poop cleaning. She only gets nasty when he has to go to the bathroom real bad. If it happens, it's a part my fault for taking her out. At first I though it was a girl issue.
But boy does she get embarrassed when I scrunch my nose and say , 'Eew, stinky butt.'
 
Puglover1 I haven't thought about this for years until your tip on where not to live.
I lived in a small apartment block of about 5 units with a gated entrance. Priced well and new interiors. Even had off-street parking.
The three months my roommate and I lived there we noticed a number of cars drive by with suspicious looking fellows inside. Roommate found the apartment through a friend of a friend, off-market sort of thing. He mentioned the cars to the friend. Friend said prior to us moving in, the apt. block had been taken over by a gang. Because of California's insane squatters' rights laws, it is a long and expensive process to get people removed from your rental property, even if they don't pay rent. Which they did not.
The owner finally got the folks off his property when a pizza delivery guy was shot with a shotgun and dumped in one of the apartment trash bins. Only small amounts of drugs were found but a lot of guns were. That's when the owner made it an off-market rental.
 
Geez, who shoots the pizza guy? It's hard to evict people here if they have kids. I remember after my parents bought and had restored a beautiful 1920s/30s home that was empty for 13 years. He rented out the house where we lived when I was born, then later sold it on contract. The guy wasn't making payments but they had kids so my dad couldn't do much about it. My dad was a bookie, illegal gambling, punch boards, tickets and bets on sports games. (His dad had worked for Capone here locally, made sure Al got his cut on cigs during Prohibition.) The deadbeat was an iron worker, made more money than my dad if he worked all year. He had a gambling and drinking habit. He gambled his money away at a tavern a block away while my dad provided a free roof for his family. My dad was fair, if a family man gambled away his paycheck dad would give him money back, so the kids got fed. Not many do that. We had a 'ghetto block' here some years ago, mostly rental houses. It took a long time to turn that around. Now our whole downtown looks like hell, empty buildings, unsafe buildings being town down. A large fire would be the best thing that could happen, sadly.
 
Ckbrew I bought 100% acetone, professional strength for beauticians, nails. I think the 91% ISO did better, I did two soaks and cleanings with acetone, same results.
 
Puglover1 I delivered pizzas for the same company, Domino's, for a number of years and was robbed twice with a gun in my face. Once in the store and once on a delivery. I've been offered drugs and sex for pizza. You'd be surprised how many people answer the door in the nude. Had a CA lottery winner ask for me to deliver for him. He always tipped $50 if I did. If someone else did, they got a couple bucks. People are freaking nuts.
Drivers are supposed to leave money from their runs at the store. I had a habit of keeping all my money until the end of the night. We had bank bags to carry change and small bills. Dude who robbed me on the street got my bag with about three dollars in change. Felt nice and loaded. I wanted real bad to be in the car with the guys when they opened the bag. All the cash was in my pocket. 't warn't 'nuff for a decent crack rock. What a buzz kill, wot?
Same run I left my keys in my car with the engine running. Went back to call the store for my spare. After that was when I got robbed. It was in my drinking days so I was loaded with a mixed vodka and Mt. Dew in my center console when the cops arrived, followed by my boss. Noone was the wiser about the drinking or money in my pocket, so I went back to the store, dropped off my money, and finished the night.
 
A three dollar robbery. In the day, during winter, we used to play cards, games, drink, smoke weed & cigs, myself and unemployed construction worker guy friends, at my house. Pizza delivery man used to bring us beer, cigs, whatever we needed, plus the food. Just have to treat them right. Speaking of pizza, I was really hangry Tuesday night, I don't usually have much appetite. My credit card was charged, texts kept giving delivery update times with icons, then it went grey. I never received a delivery. Thursday night I ordered from a family-owned pizza joint, there's still some left. But I was very hungry Tuesday, they finally texted at 11 pm about the order being cancelled. Yeah, when it hit the two-hours old mark I called, told them I didn't want That one. I used to keep a McD's cup of Coke in my console, in case I needed to dissolve or disguise something. We had more fun in our 20's without getting arrested than anyone could get away with now. Nobody got hurt, I was never riding with someone who got a DUI and I never got one. One school holiday I was with two teacher gal friends, we went to our favorite state park, had a Miller pony pack with us. I cracked a bottle while the driver was still parking, a ranger saw it, the teachers were freaking out worried their names would be in the newspaper. We got a park offense, cheap and never published. One night at 3 a.m. I parked behind my apt and fell asleep with the car running. The chief of police knocked on the car window, told me to go inside to sleep. I was hammered, we shared a birthday. One night my cousin Larry, who always had a Fris w/weed & papers under his car seat, stopped to catch one after the bars closed, he was having trouble parking, he always drove a mopar boat car. Then I saw more headlights in the alley, listened to the cop: What's this, Lawrence? That's nothin'. Cop: You know you bumped that car while trying to park. Oh, that's Bob upstairs car, he doesn't care. The cop just drove away. The good ole days.
 
Speaking in past tense for now, I hated when leaves and hair got stuck to the yellow pads, along with the gnats. Good luck.
 
You know what I hate.......,..........,..............waiting for a plant to flower.....for 14 years. Please someone tell me what I'm doing wrong. I mean it's purple and everything. But still no buds. I think I got a bad seed.
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Per Post 137.1 Going2fast I'll just lay down with a google found, edited-for-forum definition of hot-rail. Real harsh, to me.

Hot rail. A [wax] hot rail is the method of using a glass tube to [use wax..] The glass stem is heated until the tip is red hot, placed over a small pile [of wax,] and the vapor is inhaled through the [mouth.] [A real man can do it through the nose.]

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Bag seed? What are your nutes and light schedule? You know better than to post pictures and ask questions without grow info.
 
I just got a small rotating table. It's about 6" across. But it would make a good oscillating base to mount a fan on. Only used 2 watts and was USB or battery powered. Has several pre programmed patterns and speeds.

I was going to use it as a pot rotator but it's too under powered for my 12 lb pot.
 
I got a new phone and you can do a three finger press for a screen shot. But my fingers are too fat to fit on the three spots on the setup screen without touching.
 
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