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Ass, Bones, and Children: HICKS, Sybil Marie (nee Lyons) It hurts me to admit it... but , Mrs. Ron Hicks from Baysville, have passed away. I passed peacefully with my eldest daughter, Brenda, by my side February 2, 2019 at 8:20 a.m. I leave behind my loving husband, Ron Hicks, whom I often affectionately referred to as a "Horse's Ass". I also left behind my children whom I tolerated over the years; Bob (with Carol) my oldest son and also my favourite. Brian (with Ginette) who was the Oreo cookie favourite, Brenda AKA "Hazel" who would run to clean the bathrooms when she heard company was coming. Barbara (with Gordon) the ever Miss Perfect and finally Baby Bruce who wouldn't eat homemade turkey soup because he didn't want to be alert looking for bones while he ate. I will miss seeing my sweetest grandchildren; Caitlin, Megan, Joel, Issac Mason, Rachel, Annie, Emma, Harrison, Clark, Choe, Orion, Griffin ...grow up to be the incredible people they are meant to be I graduated from Waterdown High School with honors while wearing my shiny bright saddle shoes. I later graduated from Hamilton General Hospital School Nursing class of 1957B -Best Class EVER! In 1972 Ron and I loaded the car with the 5- B's and headed north to run a school bus company for over 20 years in Baysville, Ontario. I was an active horticulturalist, a member of the Eastern Star and a member of the Lion's Club in Baysville. I finally have the smoking hot body I have always wanted... . having been cremated. Please come say goodbye and celebrate my wonderful life with my husband and his special friend Dorothy who is now lovingly taking care of my horse's ass For those of you who are wondering who assisted me in writing this. it wasn't my husband, it wasn't my oldest, nor was it my youngest... Thank you all for sharing my life with me. I am off to swim to the buoy and back Love, Sybil This womans obituary (Hamilton Spectator) proves that in death, she is funnier than I am in life
Ass, Bones, and Children: HICKS, Sybil Marie (nee Lyons)
 It hurts me to admit it... but , Mrs. Ron Hicks from Baysville, have passed
 away. I passed peacefully with my eldest daughter, Brenda, by my side
 February 2, 2019 at 8:20 a.m.
 I leave behind my loving husband, Ron Hicks, whom I often affectionately
 referred to as a "Horse's Ass".
 I also left behind my children whom I tolerated over the years; Bob (with
 Carol) my oldest son and also my favourite. Brian (with Ginette) who was the
 Oreo cookie favourite, Brenda AKA "Hazel" who would run to clean the
 bathrooms when she heard company was coming. Barbara (with Gordon) the
 ever Miss Perfect and finally Baby Bruce who wouldn't eat homemade turkey
 soup because he didn't want to be alert looking for bones while he ate.
 I will miss seeing my sweetest grandchildren; Caitlin, Megan, Joel, Issac
 Mason, Rachel, Annie, Emma, Harrison, Clark, Choe, Orion, Griffin ...grow up
 to be the incredible people they are meant to be
 I graduated from Waterdown High School with honors while wearing my
 shiny bright saddle shoes. I later graduated from Hamilton General Hospital
 School Nursing class of 1957B -Best Class EVER!
 In 1972 Ron and I loaded the car with the 5- B's and headed north to run a
 school bus company for over 20 years in Baysville, Ontario. I was an active
 horticulturalist, a member of the Eastern Star and a member of the Lion's
 Club in Baysville.
 I finally have the smoking hot body I have always wanted... . having been
 cremated.
 Please come say goodbye and celebrate my wonderful life with my husband
 and his special friend Dorothy who is now lovingly taking care of my horse's
 ass
 For those of you who are wondering who assisted me in writing this. it
 wasn't my husband, it wasn't my oldest, nor was it my youngest...
 Thank you all for sharing my life with me. I am off to swim to the buoy and
 back
 Love, Sybil
This womans obituary (Hamilton Spectator) proves that in death, she is funnier than I am in life

This womans obituary (Hamilton Spectator) proves that in death, she is funnier than I am in life

Ass, Bones, and Children: HICKS, Sybil Marie (nee Lyons) It hurts me to admit it... but , Mrs. Ron Hicks from Baysville, have passed away. I passed peacefully with my eldest daughter, Brenda, by my side February 2, 2019 at 8:20 a.m. I leave behind my loving husband, Ron Hicks, whom I often affectionately referred to as a "Horse's Ass". I also left behind my children whom I tolerated over the years; Bob (with Carol) my oldest son and also my favourite. Brian (with Ginette) who was the Oreo cookie favourite, Brenda AKA "Hazel" who would run to clean the bathrooms when she heard company was coming. Barbara (with Gordon) the ever Miss Perfect and finally Baby Bruce who wouldn't eat homemade turkey soup because he didn't want to be alert looking for bones while he ate. I will miss seeing my sweetest grandchildren; Caitlin, Megan, Joel, Issac Mason, Rachel, Annie, Emma, Harrison, Clark, Choe, Orion, Griffin ...grow up to be the incredible people they are meant to be I graduated from Waterdown High School with honors while wearing my shiny bright saddle shoes. I later graduated from Hamilton General Hospital School Nursing class of 1957B -Best Class EVER! In 1972 Ron and I loaded the car with the 5- B's and headed north to run a school bus company for over 20 years in Baysville, Ontario. I was an active horticulturalist, a member of the Eastern Star and a member of the Lion's Club in Baysville. I finally have the smoking hot body I have always wanted... . having been cremated. Please come say goodbye and celebrate my wonderful life with my husband and his special friend Dorothy who is now lovingly taking care of my horse's ass For those of you who are wondering who assisted me in writing this. it wasn't my husband, it wasn't my oldest, nor was it my youngest... Thank you all for sharing my life with me. I am off to swim to the buoy and back Love, Sybil This womans obituary (Hamilton Spectator) proves that in death, she is funnier than I am in life
Ass, Bones, and Children: HICKS, Sybil Marie (nee Lyons)
 It hurts me to admit it... but , Mrs. Ron Hicks from Baysville, have passed
 away. I passed peacefully with my eldest daughter, Brenda, by my side
 February 2, 2019 at 8:20 a.m.
 I leave behind my loving husband, Ron Hicks, whom I often affectionately
 referred to as a "Horse's Ass".
 I also left behind my children whom I tolerated over the years; Bob (with
 Carol) my oldest son and also my favourite. Brian (with Ginette) who was the
 Oreo cookie favourite, Brenda AKA "Hazel" who would run to clean the
 bathrooms when she heard company was coming. Barbara (with Gordon) the
 ever Miss Perfect and finally Baby Bruce who wouldn't eat homemade turkey
 soup because he didn't want to be alert looking for bones while he ate.
 I will miss seeing my sweetest grandchildren; Caitlin, Megan, Joel, Issac
 Mason, Rachel, Annie, Emma, Harrison, Clark, Choe, Orion, Griffin ...grow up
 to be the incredible people they are meant to be
 I graduated from Waterdown High School with honors while wearing my
 shiny bright saddle shoes. I later graduated from Hamilton General Hospital
 School Nursing class of 1957B -Best Class EVER!
 In 1972 Ron and I loaded the car with the 5- B's and headed north to run a
 school bus company for over 20 years in Baysville, Ontario. I was an active
 horticulturalist, a member of the Eastern Star and a member of the Lion's
 Club in Baysville.
 I finally have the smoking hot body I have always wanted... . having been
 cremated.
 Please come say goodbye and celebrate my wonderful life with my husband
 and his special friend Dorothy who is now lovingly taking care of my horse's
 ass
 For those of you who are wondering who assisted me in writing this. it
 wasn't my husband, it wasn't my oldest, nor was it my youngest...
 Thank you all for sharing my life with me. I am off to swim to the buoy and
 back
 Love, Sybil
This womans obituary (Hamilton Spectator) proves that in death, she is funnier than I am in life

This womans obituary (Hamilton Spectator) proves that in death, she is funnier than I am in life

Complex, Drugs, and Gif: There are dealbreakers, too. Anyone who regularly Netflix-binges engages in social activism, or wears mascara more than twice a week is going to have to look elsewhere. "This may not be the right place," the Startup Castle says, if you - Watch more than 4 hours of TV/movie/game entertainment per week - Have more than 1 tattoo - Have ever attended more than 1 protest Make more than three posts a week to social media Listen to a songs with explicit lyrics more than an once a day Wear make-up more than twice a weelk - Own any clothing, shoes, watches, or handbags costing over $500 - Have bills that get paid by somebody else Drive a vehicle that was given to you by your parents - Get regular spending money or gifts from your parents - Have more than one internet app date per week - Have a complex diet that requires lots of refrigerator space - Drink alcohol more than 3 drinks per week - Use marijuana more than twice a year - Have been prescribed anything by a psychiatrist more than once - Use any other drug more than twice in your entire ajani-on-the-spot: gehayi: berlynn-wohl: hapabap: nazerine: plasmalogical: paxamericana: Silicon Valley’s ‘Startup Castle’ is looking for roommates, and the requirements are completely bonkers good thing i listen to exactly one song with explicit lyrics every day I’ve been saying this for a while but Startup Bro is the new and terrifying lovechild of the brogrammer and the business major and he is somehow even more self-centered and bigoted than either of them No, no, guys, look closely. This house is looking for extremely physically fit young men (No drugs, no makeup, no special diet, exercise 15 hrs a week) who are passive and docile (no protests, no music lyrics with swears) who, most of all, will not be missed if they disappear (very little social media presence, not rich enough to own expensive luxury items, no need to constantly be in contact with their parents over bills/gifts, few identifying markings like tattoos) This is obviously an organ harvesting operation. Actually it turned out that the guy who was running it wanted to create a quasi-paramilitary organization. There were so many horror stories about the place in the news that the landlord evicted everyone. (Gotta say, though, that I like the organ harvesting scheme better.) “It would have been better to have found out this was an organ harvesting scheme” is not a sentiment I expected to see today, and yet.
Complex, Drugs, and Gif: There are dealbreakers, too. Anyone who regularly Netflix-binges
 engages in social activism, or wears mascara more than twice a week is
 going to have to look elsewhere. "This may not be the right place," the
 Startup Castle says, if you
 - Watch more than 4 hours of TV/movie/game
 entertainment per week
 - Have more than 1 tattoo
 - Have ever attended more than 1 protest
 Make more than three posts a week to social
 media
 Listen to a songs with explicit lyrics more than an
 once a day
 Wear make-up more than twice a weelk
 - Own any clothing, shoes, watches, or handbags
 costing over $500
 - Have bills that get paid by somebody else
 Drive a vehicle that was given to you by your
 parents
 - Get regular spending money or gifts from your
 parents
 - Have more than one internet app date per week
 - Have a complex diet that requires lots of
 refrigerator space
 - Drink alcohol more than 3 drinks per week
 - Use marijuana more than twice a year
 - Have been prescribed anything by a psychiatrist
 more than once
 - Use any other drug more than twice in your entire
ajani-on-the-spot:
gehayi:

berlynn-wohl:

hapabap:

nazerine:


plasmalogical:


paxamericana:

Silicon Valley’s ‘Startup Castle’ is looking for roommates, and the requirements are completely bonkers

good thing i listen to exactly one song with explicit lyrics every day


I’ve been saying this for a while but Startup Bro is the new and terrifying lovechild of the brogrammer and the business major and he is somehow even more self-centered and bigoted than either of them


No, no, guys, look closely.
This house is looking for extremely physically fit young men (No drugs, no makeup, no special diet, exercise 15 hrs a week) who are passive and docile (no protests, no music lyrics with swears) who, most of all, will not be missed if they disappear (very little social media presence, not rich enough to own expensive luxury items, no need to constantly be in contact with their parents over bills/gifts, few identifying markings like tattoos)
This is obviously an organ harvesting operation.


Actually it turned out that the guy who was running it wanted to create a quasi-paramilitary organization.
There were so many horror stories about the place in the news that the landlord evicted everyone.
(Gotta say, though, that I like the organ harvesting scheme better.)

“It would have been better to have found out this was an organ harvesting scheme” is not a sentiment I expected to see today, and yet.

ajani-on-the-spot: gehayi: berlynn-wohl: hapabap: nazerine: plasmalogical: paxamericana: Silicon Valley’s ‘Startup Castle’ is lookin...