I got this in an Email today, from my one of my friends, Christina.
"McDonalds, Chuck E Cheese, Discovery Zone... All places with
ball pits in the children's play area. One of my sons lost his watch,
and was very upset. We dug and dug in those balls, trying to find his
watch.
Instead, we found vomit, food, feces, and other stuff I do not want to discuss.
I went to the manager and raised hell. Come to find out, the ball pit is only
cleaned out once a month. I have doubts that it is even done that often.. My
kids will never play in another ball pit.
Some of you might not be parents, but you may have nieces, nephews,
grandchildren, or friends with children.
This will pertain to you too. As I read the following, my heart sank. I urge
each and every one of you to pass this on to as many people as you can.
I cannot stress how important this is!
Hi. My name is Lauren Archer, my son Kevin and I lived in Midland , TN.
On October 2nd, 1999 I took my only son to McDonald's for his 3rd birthday.
After he finished lunch, I allowed him to play in the ball pit. When he started
whining later on, I asked him what was wrong, he pointed to the back of his
pull-up and simply said 'Mommy, it hurts.' I couldn't find anything wrong with
him at that time. I bathed him when we got home, and it was at that point
when I found a welt on his left buttock.
Upon investigating, it seemed as if there was something like a splinter under
the welt. I made an appointment to see the doctor the next day, but soon he
started vomiting and shaking, then his eyes rolled back into his head. From
there, we went to the emergency room. He died later that night. It turned out
that the welt on his buttock was the tip of a hypodermic needle that had broken
off inside.
The autopsy revealed that Kevin had died from a heroine overdose. The next
week, the police removed the balls from the ball pit. There was rotten food,
several hypodermic needles: some full, some used; knives, half-eaten candy,
diapers, feces, and the stench of urine.
(You can find the article on Kevin Archer in the October 10,1999 issue of
the Midland Chronicle.)
Don't think it's just McDonald's either. A little boy had been playing
in a ball pit @ a Burger King & started complaining of his legs hurting.
He later died too. He was found to have snake bites all over
his legs & buttocks. When they cleaned the ball pit they found that
there was a copperhead's nest in the ball pit. He had suffered numerous bites
from a very poisonous snake.
Repost this if it scares the crap out of you!! Repost this if
you care about kids!! Please forward this to all loving mothers,
fathers and anyone who loves and cares for children!! What has this world
come to?? If a child is not safe in a child's play area then where??
AND FYI:
In Florida and other places on the East Coast a group of people are putting
HIV/AIDS infected and filled needles underneath gas pump handles, so when
someone reaches to pick it up and put gas in their car, they get stabbed with
it. 16 people have been a victim of this crime so far and 10 tested HIV positive.
Instead of posting that stupid crap about how your love life will suck for years
to come of you don't re-post, post this. It's important to inform people, even if
you don't drive, a family member might, and what if they were next?"
"This entire opus is respectfully dedicated to those who have loved unconditionally only to have their hearts unanaesthetically ripped out; base not your joy upon the deeds of others, for what is given can be taken away. No hope = No fear." - Peter Steele (1962 - )
Err... Please Leave All Sharp Weapons At Door...
Yeah, as you can tell, I've kinda forgotten about theOtaku.. I'm pitiful aren't I?
I've gone and redone Alex in Shroom Land... Starting from the hospital was a sh*tty idea... *sigh*
Anywho, no one's out to kill me for being MIA, right? I'll have to go comment on drawings and stuff, I suppose. *Doesn't comment on journals alot tho*
Peace,
Scea
"This entire opus is respectfully dedicated to those who have loved unconditionally only to have their hearts unanaesthetically ripped out; base not your joy upon the deeds of others, for what is given can be taken away. No hope = No fear." - Peter Steele (1962 - )
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Sunday, June 17, 2007
I graduate tommorrow!!!! WEEEEE!!
lol
Tomorrow's my last day of eighth grade! Ho-RAY!I think my friend, Melissa is taking a bunch of us to... well, somewhere for three days... in a hotel! Botch complained that he wanted to go camping, but the majority of females overruled him.
I hope everyone has a nice summer vacation!! :D
"This entire opus is respectfully dedicated to those who have loved unconditionally only to have their hearts unanaesthetically ripped out; base not your joy upon the deeds of others, for what is given can be taken away. No hope = No fear." - Peter Steele (1962 - )
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Tuesday, May 29, 2007
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTZZZ
I have 13 DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT!! And next week I'm going on our end of the year trip to Penn. *pumps fist*
As soon as school is over, I can devote more time to Archetype. I don't know what it is about summer, but I always get better ideas, then in winter... I bet its cuz of school. ;)
Oh and anyone who'd like to have a character of theirs in Archetype (cuz I need characters and fast!) go here http://www.freewebs.com/the700deadlysins/charactersurvey.htm
Ye, I'm too lazy to make new characters... that and the fact I tend to always make Goth guys and gals... and I've already got plenty of Goth charas. ^^;
[Does anyone know how to make links on here? Teach me, please? The links here are much different then DevART's]
"This entire opus is respectfully dedicated to those who have loved unconditionally only to have their hearts unanaesthetically ripped out; base not your joy upon the deeds of others, for what is given can be taken away. No hope = No fear." - Peter Steele (1962 - )
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Saturday, May 26, 2007
Holy Spit!
OMG. I fell asleep again today for like the 30th time (no joke), and I awoke to the sound of frantic beeping and crap. Guess what? The toaster-oven caught on fire. I was extremely groggy and disorentated, so I ran around the house screaming for my mother, sister, anybody. I forgot that they went to my aunt's and had left me some food, which was now a campfire.
So, I'm freaking out, and then the phone rings. Thank god, its my mom. She tells me to call 911(which I had completely forgotten about) and they told me to get outta the house.(well, duh) Then the cat is crying to come up, so I HAVE to go get him, and he's refusing to go outside. When I finally DID get him out, I tried to get Susie's cage. Well that was a no-go.
Then my memere, mom and aunt's boyfriend show up, followed by a firefighter and my dad. My dad races into the kitchen, is freaking out, the firefighter telling him to get out of the house, and my dad's telling him he's gotta save his animals.(Susie, Ramsey, and me are all safe, so don't worry)
Flash Forward
I still have no idea what the hell was going on. I'm so groggy, and I can't think straight.
I'm beginning to think I have Mono or something, because everytime I lay down, I can't keep my eyes open, and I feel so larthagic. And my body feels kinda like lead.
My heart's still pounding, and this was over 1-2 hours ago.
"This entire opus is respectfully dedicated to those who have loved unconditionally only to have their hearts unanaesthetically ripped out; base not your joy upon the deeds of others, for what is given can be taken away. No hope = No fear." - Peter Steele (1962 - )
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