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Scott Dziedzic Funny...Lisa comes in from the outside and says she just picked up a wrapper the girls left on the ground.I see it and ask her if she got it by the mulch and big bush."yes"..so I tell her it's not a wrapper but the skin from the snake I caught the ot Read more ... her day( it really is).She didn't believe me til I showed her the scales and such..The look on her face and reaction was priceless..have a great night!
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Nina Originalpartygirl D Isb_ that big a## snake in the reptile house. #druidhillpark
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Lucid Optics Well, there goes another day of further imprinting my cheeks into this chair. Still haven't made a contact in a new city today so I feel a little unaccomplished. On the upside I did work on a bunch of new songs, and also got news there will be a radi Read more ... o station in Eugene helping to promote the tour. Big thanks to Snake Peterson for all of the help and support! His name is super misleading!! (Hah) More news to come. After a week of trying this myself I finally have a confirmed show and am working hard to get 5-10 dates on this flier. I'll see you in California, Oregon, and/or Washington soon.
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Tim Gaughf I'm so brunswick I ate it big in the snake trying out for the nova skate team.
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Dawn Jones Staircase to the Moon by Theresa E. Lehr Art by Hank Blaustein I wore leathers to her funeral, along with the pearls. The newspaper said the necklace was worth seventy thousand dollars Australian. That’s big bikkies in Broome. A small fortune. At Read more ... least to me. I thought my sister had hocked the necklace. She’d sold her BMW and lost her apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour last year. Just goes to prove what I always told her: You can’t be addicted to heaven-dust and the material world at the same time. Our mum had eyed that string of South Sea pearls longer than I care to remember, so I was caught off guard when my twin sister left them to me. I figured her motive was to twist the knife in Mum one last time. It had nothing to do with me. Making amends was not Shinju’s style. The day after the funeral, photos of me wearing her famous pearls and straddling my Ducati at the front of the motorcade plastered the Herald and later the Australian gossip magazines. I didn’t wear my helmet and Mum said I had an axe to grind. I denied it, but we both knew I’d never forgiven Shinju for the ink-vine scar that runs down the right side of my face. Did I want everyone to know that? Maybe so. But murder has a way of either bringing families together or driving them apart. In our case, Shinju’s homicide squashed us into a world we’d never shared. Mum, Pop, and I leaned on each other, licked one another’s wounds. Unfamiliar, sticky emotions drove us to hound the Broome police until they stopped returning our calls and refused to see us at the station. You may wonder why a screwed-up family with very little tenderness for one another would join together. Was it out of love for Shinju? Or guilt over getting whatever was left in her bank accounts? Was there even enough love left between us miss to her? I’m not sure. But I have a feeling the way she died had a lot to do with it. Shinju and I began our lives sharing the same primordial sea. Mum said we wrestled in her belly like Jacob and Esau, and we would’ve been named after the brotherly-love-gone-awry twins if we’d been boys. Instead, Pop had his way, naming us with the family business in mind. Even though I was born first, and in my opinion should’ve been named “Shinju,” meaning “pearl,” I was dubbed “Kashiko”—child of the seashore. Turns out Pop was prophetic. I became the pearl hunter. Shinju wore them. Unfortunately, as the years went by, Pop’s heavy drinking wrecked our small pearl diving business. Fewer trips out to sea meant fewer opportunities to search for oysters, resulting in smaller profits. By the time we were fifteen, he had to sell our lugger. Without the boat, the business went belly-up. Fate smiled on my sister, though. When she was sixteen, Shinju was hired by world-renowned Broome South Sea Pearls as a jewelry model for their Aphrodite’s Tears Collection. Strands of diamonds and pearls, sapphires and pearls, platinum and pearls hung across Shinju’s back, thighs, small breasts, and even bare bum in glossy advertisements in international magazines and Australian TV commercials. Sales at Broome South Sea Pearls doubled. Two years later, you couldntake the bullet train in Tokyo, the subway in New York, or even sip a cup of java in a Broome coffee shop without her long black lashes and glowing white skin beckoning you like a seductive sea nymph. Men ogled her, but women idolized her, imagining if they just bought perfectly matched Broome South Sea pearls the diameter of lychee fruit, her alabaster skin and black lacquered hair would become their own. But the fantasy didn’t last. My sister died here in Broome two months ago, the middle of January. I’d just come off a twenty-one-day stint on a pearling ship. Because I had nothing in the fridge at the one-bedroom bungalow I rent two blocks from the beach, I stopped at the Moon market at Town Beach. Bought a couple of overpriced star fruit, a package of soy nuts, and a litre of alfalfa juice. Walking home I heard sirens, but didn’t think much of it. Tourists can get crazy as a cut snake on our famous Staircase to the Moon nights. When there’s a full moon the tides recede far from shore, exposing the mudflats in Roebuck Bay. As the moon rises, light reflects off the wet ripples in the sand, creating the illusion of glowing amber steps shimmering straight up to the moon. Tourists overrun Broome every month to see the Staircase to the Moon. Turns out an American couple on their honeymoon found my sister’s body on the beach. I don’t care for tourists much, but still, I wouldn’t want a death haunting my anniversary. Pop rang me at one a.m. When he whimpered the news about Shinju, I couldn’t breathe. Then I remembered I woke up gasping two nights before in my bunk on the Adelaide. The clock had glowed ten forty-two p.m. Some say identical twins have a special connection. Like telepathy, or ESP. Shinju and I had such ties: unknowingly buying the same outfits, the same bikinis; carrying on conversations without speaking a word; making the same grades on exams in school. Falling for the same boy in Year 9. Others say it’s bunk—there’s no science to prove twins can sense each other’s feelings and thoughts. But then how would they explain last October when a horrifying dream woke me? My hands were cold and clammy and my heart flopped around in my chest like a dying fish. I saw Shinju’s face, bloodless and still, floating across my bungalow ceiling. I knew it wasn’t my face—hers was perfect. Mine has a scar stretching from the temple to the corner of my lip. I forced myself to sit up, grab the phone, and ring my parents. “Call Shinju in Sydney,” I said. “If there’s no answer, ring the police. And make damn sure they send for an ambulance.” Mum didn’t ask questions. She knew the bond Shinju and I shared. Her call saved Shinju’s life. She’d snorted enough cocaine to kill a bloody roo, then chased it down with six cold ones—Victoria Bitter, her favorite from the old days in Broome. Blamed me for news of her addiction becoming social gossip, and her employer, BSSP, warning her not to let it happen again. Was it that same connection that woke me on the Adelaide? Was ten forty-two the time of her death? I decided not to share my morbid thoughts with Pop when he called that night. Instead, I told him not to worry, I’d take care of everything at the coroner’s office in the morning. Pop hadn’t been back on the wagon long enough to be able to say to the coroner, “Yes, this sea-battered body belongs to my little pearl.” But after ringing off, I was restless. I pulled on jeans and a T-shirt, slid into a jacket, and grabbed the keys. But once I straddled the bike, my hands started to shake. I couldn’t slip the key into the ignition. A taxi dropped me at the county morgue. The main entrance was unlit. I peered through the window, but couldn’t make out much—an empty reception desk, some green molded-plastic chairs. I rapped on the door and waited. Nothing. I knocked harder. I was about to ring for another taxi when a young bloke unlocked the door and stuck out his head. “What the bloody hell?” he said. “I’m here to identify my sister’s body.” He stared at my scar, like everyone does when they first see the hideous thing, then his gaze darted erratically. “Oh, sorry, lady. But, yeah, like we open at eight o’clock. You’ll have to come back.” He lifted his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug. A sweet, lemony cloud drifted over me. It wasn’t that the dude was smoking weed that ticked me off. It was his bloodshot and dilated eyes. I’d seen Shinju high enough times to guess he’d snorted heaven-dust too. I glanced at his name tag. “Look, Jeff, I don’t think I can build up the nerve again to do this.” It was a lie. I can face just about anything, but I had my reasons for being there. He narrowed his eyes and peered at me. “Do I know you?” “You do now.” I stuck out my hand, gave him a hurried shake and stepped inside. “Kashiko Nakagawa. My sister drowned. Her body was found on the beach at the Mangrove Resort.” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble.” “World’s full of trouble, Jeff. And I’d feel just terrible if you lost your job because someone found out what you were really doing on your break. That would bring down a shitload of problems.” He seemed to think about my words, then nodded slowly. “Right-o. Do you have a photo of the deceased?” I opened my jacket and pulled out a shot Pop had taken of Shinju on an old lugger a few years back. She held a rice paper parasol to protect her face from the relentless Australian sun. Jeff studied the photo as we walked down the corridor to the holding room. I gave him my sister’s name and he checked the labels on a couple of large metal drawers that lined the walls. When he got to the last drawer on the left side, he yanked it open. Immediately, the stench hit me. I clamped my hand over my nose. “How’d you say your sister died?” “Drowned,” I mumbled. He tilted his head to one side. “No, I remember this one, heard the coroner talking about her. She was that famous model, right? She didn’t drown.” He pulled back the sheet and my mind went blank. Shinju’s face, bloated and bluish, was pockmarked where the sea life I loved so much had taken nibbles from her flesh. Her dull hair was matted with sand and salt, and her usually powdered and perfumed skin smelled of rotting meat. A wave of nausea rolled over me. “That’s her,” I whispered. “Pop’s little pearl.” I reached out and smoothed down her eyebrow. Her skin was cold and stiff, and fine sand rolled under my fingertips. The reek wafted up again. I grabbed an aluminum basin just in time. Jeff handed me a brown paper towel. “You know,” he said as he stared at Shinju’s picture, “I’ve been studying bone structure, and skulls and what-not. You two could have been twins.” “Yeah, we could have been.” I spat out all that was left of my overpriced star fruit. The paper towel was scratchy, but I wiped my mouth again anyway. Spotting a chair I sat down, bringing the basin with me. Jeff brought me a cup of water. “How’d the cops know to call my parents?” I asked. “The cops at the scene thought they recognized her. Went to school with her they said.” Considering the state of Shinju’s body, it was a miracle anyone could have recognized her. Bile stung my airways and I was ready to get out of there. “Don’t I need to sign some papers or something?” “You know, you could have waited until I fixed her up some before identifying the body. You didn’t have to come and see her like this.” Yeah, I did. But I didn’t tell him that. Jeff replaced the sheet, slid the steel slab back into the locker, and twisted the handle. He slipped papers from a folder onto a clipboard, and told me to sign at all the Xs. There was no place to sign on the first page, so I flipped to the next. cause of death stopped me. I sped back to the first page and glanced at the document title. Jeff had accidentally handed me the Initial Autopsy Report. I stole a look at him. He was busy texting. Quickly, I scanned the report. The last page was an eight-by-ten glossy. At first I thought the photo had to be a mistake. I stared at the object, amazed at what I saw. . . .
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Taya Foureva Taya I'm so Ridgeville I remember when I use to pray a snake wasn't in the toilet. After been scared by big cousins
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Breana Drawdy Since I got 15 likes . Here's 34 about me..✨ sorry I didn't do 50 facts I ran out of facts ✋✌️ 1. My favorite color is Red💕 2. My middle name is Morgan 👌 3. I love animals 🐾 4. I hate the colors : Pink & Purple 👊 5. I have been in Read more ... Gymnastics & Cheerleading🎀 6. I was born in Florida ☀️ 7. My favorite number is 2💫 8. I have 3 brothers and 1 sister 🙈 9. I hate spiders and snakes 😑🐍🙅 10. My favorite word is swag 💚 11. I love Horror movies 💁👣 12. I absolutely hate cartoons 😠👏 13. I love food 🍐 14. I hate commercials 😠✋ 15. I've never broken a bone👌 16. I don't mind needles they don't bother me.. 💉🙈 17. Im not a big fan if shopping ✋👌 I'll do it but I don't really like it ! 18. I don't like feet ✋ 19. I like to swim 🏊👙 20. I like going places 🙋 21. I hate the sound of an alarm clock 📢⏰ 22. I like to take pictures 👌💕 23. I like playing video games 💕 24. I hate when people act like they are all that ✋✋ 25. I don't* like pineapple 🍍 26. I wanna be a vet when I'm older ✨✨🐰 27. 💬 I like talking to people 💬 28. I hate beats 👏😭🙊 29. I absolutely hate coca cola 😠😭 30. I like sweaters ✌️ 31. I don't like glitter 🙈 32. I try to be nice to everyone I meet 👌 33. . I think mayonnaise & mustard is disgusting !😭 ✋ 34.i can't think if anymore right now ! ✋✌️ I'm gonna stop here
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Maggie Mozuch Hello all! Well, so far no more snakes :) We had 2 rabbits come in today and another set of ducks. Now I really do feel like the zoo keeper! Time is getting closer to my visit home and I am getting jazzed up about it. Have missed my life there, fam Read more ... ily and friends. too many to name but my heart knows them:) I finally figured out why I miss home so much, I have no life here yet but, when wereturn I will be getting out there networking and connecting so as to give my time away. Then I will be hapy:) Nothing exciting today, caught in the rain storm running errands and no swim, the water was too cold, back up goes the heater! We get old movies at the library and so far I seem to pick the strange or deep ones.We can go thru up to 3 a nite! My taste needs to improve like big time!! Love to you all, nite :)
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Loco Smooth Moutry Big snake holla holla we them boys
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Evelyn Clark-Cromedy Wow! So into McClellanville (Buckhall Section) Remembering Morrison Farm Riding on Back of the Farm Truck picking String Beans By The Create: Then The Farm Helper Will Come And Take Its Big Hand And Push The Bean Down in The Create: Wow! when yo Read more ... u think you got a full basket you have nothing: Man I was So Angry at That person: So At The End Of The Day My Pay Wasn't Much. My Mom Said Evelyn How Much You Made Today: I said Nothing She said All Day And You Made Notting: I Said The Little I Made I Spent It On The Sandwich Truck Buying Soda, Candy, and Cookies. She said thats your last time. But I Got Hip: Fill bottom of create With Bush : Top it of with bean. Well They Got Hip Too. Told My Dad Don't Bring That Gal Back On My Farm: Cause She Pulls up The Bean Bush: Can't Have That: Guess What? I had A Clean Row For Everyone Else (Didn't Have To Worry About Snakes) Wow: I Was Glad :It Was Hot In That Field...And i Sure Didnt Want To ride on Back of The That Truck. Boy Its Good Looking Back
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Derek N. Potts I'm sooo Compton, that Cowboys would actually herd cattle and sheep pass my house every two days. Most of my neighbors were Anglo. We had milkmen, Good Humor Ice Cream trucks, and Helms Bakery trucks delivering goods to our homes... Each truck blew Read more ... a different whistle to alert the families of its presence. Doughnuts were a nickle, a loaf of bread was .20 cents, gasoline was .20 cents a gallon, there was lots of penny candies, a nickle candy bar then was larger than some dollar candy bars today. The average man earned $1.59/hr, and a single working parent could raise 8 kids and support their spouse on this income. The big field next to our house was full of wheat and we could tell the seasons by the land. Nature was all around us. For miles you could see nothing but open fields of wheat, corn, beans, grapes, berry patches, etc... We had a craw dad pond, big trees near Artesia Blvd. with a Tarzan roap. Lots of garden snakes, lizzards, cows, horses, frogs, lady bugs, bees, etc... We use wake up with sheep or cows in our back yard. I grew a garden every year and so did most of my neighbors. Walking up Caldwell street towards our school, there was a lot of tall and beautiful trees, pretty flowers and beautiful yards. Eventually the city decided to cut down and remove most of the trees. The farm lands disappeared for new housing developments, (Stevenson Village, Center View, The Joy Homes and most of Carson). I could go on and on, but I'll stop here. Compton has gone through its changes and it's still a good place to know... Compton for my family has 5 generations of growth...
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Shawn Aisel Wow now that's a snake... It eat a big water rat.... Wow
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Allison Hartzog Spooner Still freaking out!!!! I ran over a BIG cotton mouth and she was full of babies!!!!!!!!! OMG I HATE SNAKES!!!!! I got at least 15 or 20!!! Eeewwwwwww....eeeeekkkkk!!!! I don't even want to put my feet on the floor...oooooohh wweeeeee!!!!
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Kimberly Toojuicyforu Elam I'm so Miami I remember big Tod with the snakes at Larry penny park
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Carrie Bizzell Matheny I will take on a snake any day but a spider.........no way!!
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