where is your 'cement shoe' mix?

I just made one of those horrified 'rage' faces upon finishing reading the headline. WOWZA.

You want the stuff with the fibers in it so it doesn't crack open like a cadbury egg and reveal the creamy yolk of dead child inside.

Play Sand?

I prefer portland cement.

Farkin big box stores. Go to Ace Hardware or a real lumber yard.

What an idiot. You don't mention that it's you're own dead child. You're just asking to be locked up. You say someone's dead child. You know, more generic. That way you don't arouse so much suspicion.

Hydroflouric acid in a polyethylene or polypropylene tub.

Just poured, I would guess.

What a horrific story. :(

Nezorf: Shadow Blasko: When I worked at Home Despot I had some guys come up to the contractor desk one night, who were obviously inibriated, carrying threaded pipe sections, drill bits, end caps, and some wire.

I just looked at them...and all I could say was "Who is the target?"

They said "Big Boy down the street. That Fiberglass bastard has got to go"

Me "You can do it, we can help"

/Then I had my manager price check the end caps (no stickers) and get the sheriff on the phone while he was at it. Sheriff who did... Nothing.


Maybe they were just messing with us, but my manager insisted it was on the level.

//Swear its all true.

Pool/hot tub demolition, no biggie.
Get back to work.

what am I missing here?

I'm confident some of the Home Depot employees at the one near me could assist.

I'm kind of partial to using pigs myself. They will take care of bones and all

"Instead, later that day Williams stuck his dead son, 2-year-old Rodricus Williams, headfirst into that trash can and covered him with that cement, according to prosecutors."

AAAHrgh. I'm not familiar with the story yet, don't drop That Trash Can on me.... Geeezus.

Cement Garden.

Carbonite's the way to go, about 5 seconds and project's done.

My dad owned a hardware store for years. Once, some guy in town was busted for killing his parents and burying them in concrete in the basement. The wheelbarrow he used still had a sticker from my dad's store. They couldn't trace where the concrete came from, but he more than likely got that there, too.

/csb
//thanks for your purchase
///have a great day

*Sigh* One last time, people. You don't want cement, you want lime!

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: Shadow Blasko: When I worked at Home Despot I had some guys come up to the contractor desk one night, who were obviously inibriated, carrying threaded pipe sections, drill bits, end caps, and some wire.

I just looked at them...and all I could say was "Who is the target?"

They said "Big Boy down the street. That Fiberglass bastard has got to go"

Me "You can do it, we can help"

/Then I had my manager price check the end caps (no stickers) and get the sheriff on the phone while he was at it. Sheriff who did... Nothing.


Maybe they were just messing with us, but my manager insisted it was on the level.

//Swear its all true.

Ah man, you almost blew that case wide open, Sgt Retail. Hopefully you'll do better on the mystery of the clogged toilet in the women's restroom.

Hopefully big boy got what was coming to him. Smug bastard.

TFA SAYS "LOWE'S" NOT HOME DEPOT JEEEEEEEEZ

I have a 2 year old child. That's the approximate age when they develop a sense of independence and freewill, but have limited ability to process cause and effect as relates to their actions. It can be frustrating.

Having said all that, if you are too immature to understand the above and be patient while they develop the ability to reason their way through issues rather than just crying and whining, then you should not have had the kid.

In cases like this, I think public stoning is warranted.

Put him mid-thigh deep in a 50 gallon barrel full of Lowes cement. When it hardens, cuff his hands behind his back, put a football helmet on him, and start with baseballs for a few hours. Hell, have a little batting practice (wooden bats of course - wouldn't want to end it too soon). Then tee up some golf balls. Then regulation bocce balls.

Then take the helmet off and do an old fashioned middle eastern stoning. Make in an eight hour day.

Yes, my internet tough guy card is current.

Treygreen13: Atomic Spunk: You don't mention that it's you're own dead child.

You definitely shouldn't, since that makes zero sense grammatically.

And you don't want to deal with the police asking you has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like

Something heavy in lime, I would imagine.

H31N0US: I have a 2 year old child. That's the approximate age when they develop a sense of independence and freewill, but have limited ability to process cause and effect as relates to their actions. It can be frustrating.

Having said all that, if you are too immature to understand the above and be patient while they develop the ability to reason their way through issues rather than just crying and whining, then you should not have had the kid.

In cases like this, I think public stoning is warranted.

Put him mid-thigh deep in a 50 gallon barrel full of Lowes cement. When it hardens, cuff his hands behind his back, put a football helmet on him, and start with baseballs for a few hours. Hell, have a little batting practice (wooden bats of course - wouldn't want to end it too soon). Then tee up some golf balls. Then regulation bocce balls.

Then take the helmet off and do an old fashioned middle eastern stoning. Make in an eight hour day.

Yes, my internet tough guy card is current.

Of course he didn't kill the child. Nice try, but you missed.

Private_Citizen: Hydroflouric acid in a polyethylene or polypropylene tub.

Come now, be practical. Just stick with the muriatic acid, as long as we're at home depot. That stuff works great as a drain cleaner, eating away at the grease and hair that makes up a clog or dead child.

sirgeoph: TFA SAYS "LOWE'S" NOT HOME DEPOT JEEEEEEEEZ

Exactly, Home Depot can't help you with that question. That's why he went to Lowes.

Geeze.

Treygreen13: Atomic Spunk: You don't mention that it's you're own dead child.

You definitely shouldn't, since that makes zero sense grammatically.

You, don't mention that!
It is?
You are!
Own [that] dead Child.

So does it make me a self righteous judgemental coont if I think THIS bastard should go to jail? I'm trying to feel out this very issue...

H31N0US: I have a 2 year old child. That's the approximate age when they develop a sense of independence and freewill, but have limited ability to process cause and effect as relates to their actions. It can be frustrating.

Having said all that, if you are too immature to understand the above and be patient while they develop the ability to reason their way through issues rather than just crying and whining, then you should not have had the kid.

In cases like this, I think public stoning is warranted.





Dude, you want to stone a 2 year old kid?

True story, bro/
We had a family reunion in PA last summer, and I drove down from VT. I reserved a camping spot, but on the long drive, I realized I had forgotten a rain fly and hatchet, which is odd, I have a dozen hatchets ate home and usually one in the car. So it's after dark on a rainy Friday when I pull into Lowes, and in kind of a hurry, I grab a hatchet, some clothesline and a huge tarp. And I get to the counter and pull out cash. The lady wants my phone number. Now I'm in PA, and been living in VT for 30 years, and not too happy about having to be in PA at all and not in a good mood after driving from Vermont to Pa all day long, so I just gritted my teeth and leaned in to her and said, "Look, lady. I'm just a guy on a cold, dark, rainy night trying to buy a hatchet, rope and tarp with no questions asked. Now do you have a problem with that? Or are we going to kill a sale here"? Well, she went as white as that gas station guy in No Country For Old Men, but she took the money and I left. I hate central PA, and I hate the hillbillies working at Lowes and I hate giving out personal information when making a cash sale. Screw her, screw Lowes, and screw central PA.
End True story Bro

vudukungfu: True story, bro/
We had a family reunion in PA last summer, and I drove down from VT. I reserved a camping spot, but on the long drive, I realized I had forgotten a rain fly and hatchet, which is odd, I have a dozen hatchets ate home and usually one in the car. So it's after dark on a rainy Friday when I pull into Lowes, and in kind of a hurry, I grab a hatchet, some clothesline and a huge tarp. And I get to the counter and pull out cash. The lady wants my phone number. Now I'm in PA, and been living in VT for 30 years, and not too happy about having to be in PA at all and not in a good mood after driving from Vermont to Pa all day long, so I just gritted my teeth and leaned in to her and said, "Look, lady. I'm just a guy on a cold, dark, rainy night trying to buy a hatchet, rope and tarp with no questions asked. Now do you have a problem with that? Or are we going to kill a sale here"? Well, she went as white as that gas station guy in No Country For Old Men, but she took the money and I left. I hate central PA, and I hate the hillbillies working at Lowes and I hate giving out personal information when making a cash sale. Screw her, screw Lowes, and screw central PA.
End True story Bro

You seem to want to screw a lot of people, do you have a sex addiction?

Treygreen13: Out of all that, the fact that he owns a DOZEN hatchets didn't stand out?

It's like owning a dozen guns. At some point, what difference does it make? He's only got so many arms.

Throw the book at that rich, heratless bastard!

"Williams looked calm as he rolled up a new set of cement bags to the store register"

A new set of cement bags? Oh Mr. Fancy Pants Money Bags is too good for a nice set of used cement bags I guess. farking 1%ers and their "Look at me, I'm better than everyone else" ways.

vudukungfu: True story, bro/
We had a family reunion in PA last summer, and I drove down from VT. I reserved a camping spot, but on the long drive, I realized I had forgotten a rain fly and hatchet, which is odd, I have a dozen hatchets ate home and usually one in the car. So it's after dark on a rainy Friday when I pull into Lowes, and in kind of a hurry, I grab a hatchet, some clothesline and a huge tarp. And I get to the counter and pull out cash. The lady wants my phone number. Now I'm in PA, and been living in VT for 30 years, and not too happy about having to be in PA at all and not in a good mood after driving from Vermont to Pa all day long, so I just gritted my teeth and leaned in to her and said, "Look, lady. I'm just a guy on a cold, dark, rainy night trying to buy a hatchet, rope and tarp with no questions asked. Now do you have a problem with that? Or are we going to kill a sale here"? Well, she went as white as that gas station guy in No Country For Old Men, but she took the money and I left. I hate central PA, and I hate the hillbillies working at Lowes and I hate giving out personal information when making a cash sale. Screw her, screw Lowes, and screw central PA.
End True story Bro

I LOLed

The All-Powerful Atheismo: H31N0US: I have a 2 year old child. That's the approximate age when they develop a sense of independence and freewill, but have limited ability to process cause and effect as relates to their actions. It can be frustrating.

Having said all that, if you are too immature to understand the above and be patient while they develop the ability to reason their way through issues rather than just crying and whining, then you should not have had the kid.

In cases like this, I think public stoning is warranted.

Put him mid-thigh deep in a 50 gallon barrel full of Lowes cement. When it hardens, cuff his hands behind his back, put a football helmet on him, and start with baseballs for a few hours. Hell, have a little batting practice (wooden bats of course - wouldn't want to end it too soon). Then tee up some golf balls. Then regulation bocce balls.

Then take the helmet off and do an old fashioned middle eastern stoning. Make in an eight hour day.

Yes, my internet tough guy card is current.

Of course he didn't kill the child. Nice try, but you missed.

The guy buying the concrete? Um, yeah, he did. From TFA:

"Williams has been charged with homicide by child abuse."

"Batalis determined the toddler died of homicidal violence and probable blunt head injury"