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Looking for info on rugs safavieh, home dynamix rugs, oriental area rug, gabbeh persian rugs and more?

does he make them up as he goes or does he have a big collection of Rodney Dangerfield cassette tapes?
Persian Rugs…HA HA HA HA HA….I almost spilled my beer! *sarcasm*

Me? Mine is going to be over a lake with glass floors, Persian rugs everywhere and a prime rib tree in the front yard.

I was looking into selling my persian rug. It is worth around 7,000 dollars, and was hand woven from my grandmother in Iran.
I wasn’t sure if Ebay was a smart option, because many don’t look for Persian rugs on there, i assume.
Please contact me however, if you are intrested in this rug and I will send pictures.

Is it tacky to use wicker furniture indoors? I have a massage business and my massage room is decorated in Indian theme. I have a waiting room to decorate and I have persian rugs, many ornamental pillows, and lots of candles, etc. and it is very lush and elaborate. Would it be ok to use wicker furniture in the waiting room if I used red/gold/sequined cushions for them to dress them up? The room is pretty useless, as it is just where the clients come and get accustomed to me before they go in for the massage room. No one ever sits down or hangs out in there, as it is more of a meet/greet room in the entrance before you go into the massage room, but it is very large, maybe 250 sq. feet.
If not, what sort of loveseat or chairs would you use?

The other day, (Wednesday night) my cat woke me up vomiting. I woke up after and discovered 7 hairballs on my floor. Last night he vomited Again and ive just come home from school to find sick on the persian rugs and sofas. We took him off the old cat food yesterday. But he did it early this morning and today. Mom’s going to get him some cooked chicken from the supermarket. But we’re thinking about starving him for a day too, least that might cure his sickness. What’s the best alternative and what’s wrong with him? We don’t have much money and surgery at the vets if needed will cost lots, which we haven’t got. Have any of you had a cat like this before?

He’s quite ill. It’s like Wednesday night, i woke up because he was sick. Mom cleaned it up because i’ll retch when im Emetophobic. I went back to sleep and there were 7 hairballs on the floor. From him.
Last night, he woke me up at 4 this morning throwing up.
I got home about 3 hours ago to find sick over my persian rug in my room and the persian rugs downstairs and the sofas.
Mom put him off the food yesterday and fed him other things which he’s used to. He was used to that, but i he’s just poorly.
But now, we’ve been told to starve him for 12 – 24 hours. Then we’ll feed him chicken because it’s binding. (He likes his chicken)
But i’m worried he’ll run away. He keeps meowing at me. He hasn’t been fed since this morning and he keeps coming up to me with these eyes, meowing at me. It’s like, when humans are sick, we eat dry toast. I can’t feed anything to him. I’m just scared he’ll go or something. I just feel sorry for him. What do i do?

…what kind of theme would you do in your home? Are there any particular colors, plants, or patterns you would choose? I’d definitely have my home feng shui all the way. I can’t decide if I’d want my home to look Oriental, Middle Eastern, Indian, or French country. It’s hard to decide when you like French doors, Persian rugs, Arabian furniture, and Japanese art. What would you do if you had some interior decorators come refurbish your home?

If thats true, how come their not helping to pay for this war? If it wasn’t for our troops, the powers that be would NOT be there now. How come they can make all that money and let the tax payers of the US foot the bill? How come out sick government officals are not demanding some type of compensation for out being there which allows the status quo to exsist? I dont get it!!! What are they doing with their oil profits, build new mosques? Buying persian rugs?
I don’t believe I said Persian rugs come from Iran.. relax pal…..take a couple of deep breaths….thats it… in slowly and then out slowly.
"you got what you deserve" well thank you for thinking so highly of me….you must think I’m a very powerful person here in the US and that I make the decision to go to war. MOST people in the US are against the war not for it. Bushes ratings have gone down the toilet because of this.

MY daughter is a tramp, A few years back on her 18th birthday I came home and 3 african american men were sexing her in the basement on our broken stove… I cried for 3 days thinking to myself… "damn it Henry not again not again"

On her birthday I agreed to let her have a party, I came home around 3 am and there was again atleast 10+ african american men and my daughter and her friend only. One of the men was wearing a red coloured towel out his pocket, I walked around the house and saw my daughter butt naked red towel around her mouth getting sexually penetrated on the persian rugs I just bought.

I was extremely pissed, I lost IT, so I grabbed a bat and swung it in my daughters direction and I got stabbed three times by one of my daughters african american friend, not only did I get stabbed I got spat on and I was bleeding laying in the kitchen as I heard rap music on the tv this song came out and all these men started doing these weird movements, So I crawled to the phone and dialed 911.. by the time the cops got here they all left and my daughter wouldn’t tell the cops who stabbed me"

My solution: My black friend from work Jamal has been real great to me and has agreed to teach my daughter a lesson, I’m thinking of letting Jamal take her out for the weekend and giving her a talk, he insists he can do it"

If this doesn’t work, I’m thinking about buying a gun, just incase these men happen to come back?

My cat (3 yrs. old) Komomo-chan does weird stuff. She sleeps on my dad’s motorcycle (nowhere else), she smells like mothballs and cough syrup (we have no mothballs around), and can get violent when I rub her tummy. When I rub her she twists around and grabs my arm in her paws, then bites me. On several occasions she has drawn blood. She has an affinity for our persian rugs and lays there constantly. She also walks up to our 5 yr. old cat Daffodil and smacks her for no apparent reason. She prefers to eat her food on the trashcan. She eats dog food and has tried to shred the dog food bag to get in. When she is happy she sits in the bathtub and also tries to ‘type’ on my keyboard. Does anyone else’s cat do stuff like this?

I ask because I’m building a powerful robust e-commerce site for a friend who runs a medium sized business (which will become global in a decades time) , and instead of forking out $$$ on a web developer, hes asked me to plan,build and maintain it for him – i get paid of course.

I love both web technologies, yet I struggle to come to terms with being able to choose one over the other, there are so many joyful things you can do in php , likewise, same applies with microsofts .net framework.

i dont know the pros and cons of either, and their advantages over each other, but the site im building will sell ornaments, statuettes, african tribal masks, oriental decor, authentic persian rugs, and a lot of cool stuff dealing with the occult. I have a SNEAKY feeling ASP.NET is the route to go, as microsoft heavily supports it and microsoft aint going no where for a while. which should i choose to build this site ?

I redoing my bedroom and was thinking about doing something East Indian like with antique-y things.

Okay, well clearly I need help coming up with ideas. Wall colours? I am leaning towards a dark one. Curtains? The floors? I was thinking about getting a few persian rugs (fake ones, I am on a budget), in dark colours, and covering the floor with them, so they would over lap and stuff. It looks good in my mind, but how do you think it would play out?

I know I can find a lot of cheap things on Main Street, which also has a little india.

CHAPTER BLACK

One can never really appreciate the complexity of the human mind until you see it for yourself. The hole was near perfect, exactly one inch in diameter from front to back. The linoleum now stained with a crimson mirror, reflecting the last look of fear, the last thoughts of the damned. As I stood there, staring into his bleak and empty eyes, I felt power. Power over another living creature, enough power to do with it what I will, and end its life if need be. The sensation was something indescribable by any amount of words, only gained through experience.
With my work completed, I decided to lay my next trap. It was a shame to desecrate such a splendid place, ‘must have cost this guy a fortune’ I thought. It was a 2 story house, looking ordinary enough from the outside, but quite lavish inside. Persian rugs by the marble fireplace, authentic ivory statuettes, I could live in a place like this. I took the corpse, and tried to think of a creative way to display it.
Then, an idea came to mind, the ceiling fan. I got the idea from a book I read as a child back in St. Petersburg, called the bible. The victim’s hands and feet were nailed to a large, wooded ‘T” and left there to die. With all my strength I tossed the body up in the air, and let my crossbow do the work, pinning his hands to the spinning blades, which were surprisingly strong and able to support his weight. It was a fine display of my creative genius.
Spinning in the air ominously, he looked almost alive again, like was still capable of feeling pain.
At last I heard sirens off in the distance. To my surprise, only a single police car arrived at the scene. I thought there would be more. Quickly, I took out a knife and drew blood from my own arm, letting just enough out to make a trail of it leading to the fireplace. Carefully making sure it was turned off, I climbed up into the chimney shaft and waited.
The door opened and the floor creaked under the heavy footsteps of the unfortunate officer. I could hear him coming closer and closer to me; I wonder how this one will scream. The poor fellow reached the fireplace, following the trail of blood, and peered up into it with the flashlight. I reached out and injected the fellow with a dose of tranquilizer, just enough to subdue him, but make sure he was conscious.
After assuming the officer’s uniform, I gazed into my helpless victim’s eyes as he lay suspended and immobilized. That wonderful rush of power surged through my veins again; often times the best part of a kill is the moment just before. I walked over to him and whispered the last human voice he would ever hear, “don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
With that, the switch of the fireplace turned from an empty black, to a hellish red that said ‘on’.
The scent of burning flesh filled the household. It was a curious smell, made all the more pleasing by the man’s feeble attempts to scream in agony.
However, before I could fully enjoy my work, I heard more voices from the outside.
“Any idea on what we’ve been called down here for?”
“No idea, one of the residents called claiming they heard a scream, but it could just be a false alarm.”
“Well, let’s head on in. lead on Skippy.”
‘Must be more police,’ I thought, I had to think fast. I turned off the flame with the roasted body still hanging there like a ham in the butcher store window. Passing through the kitchen, I found the backdoor, and my means to victory. Once outside, I scaled a drainpipe up to the second level, entered an unlocked window, and found myself in the master bedroom.
It was just as elegant as the rest of the house; valuable paintings decorated the walls, along with Andy Warhol’s famous painting of a Campbell’s soup can. I will never understand some people. Seriously, how is soup art?
I searched around for a ventilation shaft, and finally found one underneath a rather extravagant armoire. Out of my pack I pulled out a canister of hydrogen cyanide, the same chemical used the gas chamber executions. I took a deep breath and pulled the tab, turned on the fans via a nearby thermostat and hopped out the window and slid down the drainpipe once more. I got to the front door, and locked the poor men inside with a Ronco padlock. It’s funny how common things can be so effective.
I could just imagine now, the horror of seeing the charred remains of one of their comrades, and then suffering through a slow, suffocating death themselves.
I got into one of the aging squad cars and frantically raced through my mind to recall my hotwiring lessons.
Eureka! Red wire to yellow wire as the car whirred with the gentle purr of success. ‘Rosengard will be pleased,’ I thought to myself.

sorry it took a little while to get it all on here.

Recently, this old servant of mine, has started growing enormously fat and this has somewhat rendered him less efficient as well as inconvenient. He is noisy around the house and as of lately, sweats profusely.

I was told his sudden weight gain was attributed to him being depressed over fighting with his wife (who also happens to be in my employ).

If he carries on eating like a ventripotent hog and working below the standards set by the "Lord of the Manor" (me), I will have no choice but to let go of the services of both him and his wife.

I can find servants who don’t sweat, but I can’t remove sweat stains from my persian rugs.

Should I fire him now or give him the weekend to try and lose a few pounds?
Hardly a luciferous answer Lisa.
How awfully droll Teresa!