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How To Clean Ear Plugs

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    ear plugs
  • An earplug is a device that is meant to be inserted in the ear canal to protect the wearer's ears from loud noises or the intrusion of water, foreign bodies, dust or excessive wind.
  • Plugs to keep water out of the swimmer's ear. Reportedly helps to prevent ear infections.
  • gear used to settle horses down and relax them by plugging the ears, hence minimising noise.
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Creepy Basements.
Creepy Basements.
Myya Loire starts singing at the top of her lungs, headphones plugged into her ears so she can't even hear what the hell she's singing, which is way off key, and horrible...."You make me feell... you make me feel .... you make me feel like a natural woman...." Endless Winter. A.Y.R (ayr.bosatsu) sticks his head in the door, quickly rushing in. "Bodies. You still got 'em? I brought my gun," holding up his revolver he'd swing it across the store, looking about for any trouble; overly enthusiastic. So much so he barely noticed her singing. Myya Loire was also bopping a bit, dancing to her tuuuunes, she stops dead short as his entrace catches her attention from the corner of her eye. She stops and tugs one of the headphones out... "oh, uh.... good afternoon..." she says, hoping to god he didnt' hear her horrible singing. Endless Winter. A.Y.R (ayr.bosatsu) looks at her sharply, like a man on a mission of sorts. "Afternoon. Sorry, nice singing by the way. I'm here to find your zombie, er...dead body problem. Or, was it just to look in the basement. I forget, either way - I am here." Nodding sternly he'd lean against the chess table, pointing out the door; "some lassy's stuck to a fence out there though." Myya Loire peers out the door to see... "Oh, that happens all the time..." she dismisses it... "the basement is just under that there shelf o books... I had to push it back over the door way as it was kinda creeping me out... there was some sorta sound.... like a thumping ..." she clomps her foot down to make it. Endless Winter. A.Y.R (ayr.bosatsu) looks at her foot, then to the shelf. Pausing briefly he'd narrow his eyes, his voice softening, "I 'ear you 'ave a monstah. I am 'Ere to Kill it." Though their content was ridiculous, his tone remained unyieldingly serious. "Let's go see what's down there then, aye? Gotta say, though, as a side-note. Seein people chained to fences ain't normal for me. Must be a city-folk thing." Grinning he'd flick his tails bodly, moving on over to the shelf, "Mind if I give it a shove so we can peek?" Myya Loire looks at Ayr, "Well, when you have Dreg's for neighbors.... it's part of their mating ritual... or maybe it's their puberty ritual... or maybe the way they remove wisdom teeth... I dunno, don't unnerstand a word they say...." she comes out from behind the counter and looks at the bookshelf she'd moved... "Go ahead... give it a peek..." Endless Winter. A.Y.R (ayr.bosatsu) nods again and looks over his shoulder, "Know all 'bout them dregs. Dirty bunch. I find it ironic, they go outta their way to find humans to eat, even though we've got like a million bloody restauraunts in this city. Seems like someone ought to bring them into the loop 'bout this not being -the- apocalypse literally, it's just a city name." Laughing grimly he'd stick his head into the room, seeing nothing but shadow - assumingly. "It's probably how they interview potential housemates. Chain 'em to a fence and see what they do. If they eat people, they're in. If they cut or chew their arm off - they're in." Myya Loire laughs good and hard at that..."Well, for someone who ain't usedta chained people... ya sure do know a lotta about it... but... down there... I keep going down and finding amazing shit... but the arm and hand kinda creeped me out." Endless Winter. A.Y.R (ayr.bosatsu) smiles, "I have eyes everywhere." Looking over his shoulder at her a brief moment, he'd turn his eyes back then to the basement, peeling himself away and back from the openin. "That does look kinda creepy. I mean..who knwos where it leads. It -could- lead to the homeboys own house or it could lead to some bloody terrifyin' area. Or it could just be a small room where someone was held." Chewing on his lip and mulling over the possibilities he'd step back a bit, "you should get a flashlight or two and go look further. Or I'll go tomorrow once I've prepped." Endless Winter. A.Y.R (ayr.bosatsu) "Helps a wee bit. I see a door," kneeling he'd slip somewhat moreso in to get a better look around; never letting go of the frame though. "Looks like you got yourself a wee exit door there. Or a ..door to another room. Who knows where -that- leads. You checked out them boxes? seen whats in 'em? Previous owners stuff or information? Maybe that sick son of abitch killed folk down there. Shoulda called the cops If y'ask me." Folding his arms he'd dip out again, ever fearful that some lurking thing would snatch him away Myya Loire peers into the room leaning over Ayr some, her balance teeters and she slams into her, grabbing at anything to keep from knocking over she grabs at the wall which gives way as a giant knife tossing target is really what she grabbed, knocking it over and some other shit... "Awwww fuck..." she says at the
"Ms. Kitty"
"Ms. Kitty"
My girlfriend and I weren't getting along, so we decided to rent a house out in the country and move in together. Nancy wanted a horse---her whole life she had wanted a horse. If she had a horse, she would have something to occupy her time. She would be happier and we would be happier. Actually, the plan worked pretty well. We found a rent house with 40 acres (the tenant only had the use of 5; the landlord ran sheep on the rest of it, or maybe it was fallow, cut for hay. I guess that was it.) She got the horse, and, for a while, we were indeed extremely happy (everything's relative, of course). One day Nancy went off somewhere to somebody else's farm, for some reason. When she came back, she had a kitten. I don't remember what my initial reaction was, but it couldn't have been good. We already had Jackson, Nancy's big old collie dog, and Jackson was, no lie, a Certified Cat Killer. When we'd been living back in town, I let him out in the yard one Sunday morning and when I looked out not five minutes later, he was licking this freshly dead cat, like he was cleaning the body up for burial. But Nancy had a plan for that too. We kept the kitty in the bedroom, and periodically, we'd bring Jackson into the bedroom for supervised visitation. One of us would hold the kitty, and one of us would hold Jackson. I swear that dog quivered with excitement at the thought of tearing that kitty to shreds. But we worked at it and worked at it, and finally, we turned the kitty loose, and Jackson behaved himself. He let the kitty live. One day we came back home from our teaching jobs. I was the first in the back door, and there on the porch was kitty, a bloody mess. It looked like something had chewed half her head off. It wasn't Jackson that did it---it could have been another dog or a raccoon or a coyote---who knows what. We bundled her in a towel and rushed her to the vet. Well, of course, Ms. Kitty survived that episode, and her eye was allright. It turns out cats have like an inner and an outer eyelid, or some such, and only the outer was messed up. She went through the healing process and was as good as new, well, except afterwards her face was kind of lopsided and her eye drooped a bit. Now, however, she went and got herself pregnant. She had the kittens in this old suitcase of mine. I've still got the suitcase---hope I rinsed it out. Our landlord evicted us, right at the point where, I think, we were pretty happy. Well, maybe we weren't so happy, but we dug ourselves in deeper; we bought a house together (we hadn't done anything bad to get evicted---the landlord's daughter had married this big old hulking farmboy, and they were living with mom and dad and driving mom and dad crazy with their carryings-on, so he needed his rent house back.) So we bought this other farmhouse, closer to town, with a little pond, a little barn, a chicken house, and seven acres. We hauled our stuff over there on a flat bed trailer, and lost a bunch of it in the process. Ms. Kitty(I changed it from Miss after I found out she'd lost her virginity) set up shop with her kittens. She'd been born in a barn, and she was quite comfortable out in the country. You could just watch her schooling those kittens on how to get the job done. With our new house, we got this one designer chicken. Maybe there'd been other chickens, but all that was left was this one. It was three or four different colors, really a gorgeous animal, with these little fender skirt kind of things on its legs. If that chicken had been wearing clothes, it would have been dressed up in Gucci. The chicken was smart---it stayed out of the way of the cats One day we came home from school again. We went out to the chicken house to check on the sheep (by this time we had some sheep---more joy in our life together). When we went in the chicken house, there were feathers everywhere. No bones, no carcass, just a bunch of feathers. Ms Kitty and her kittens had staged an ambush and the designer chicken was no more. We managed to give the kittens away, but in the meantime, Ms. Kitty had allowed herself to get pregnant again. We had to rectify that situation, pronto. The relationship of John and Nancy disintegrated. In a matter of months, there was no more left of it than the feathers on the ground that had once been the designer chicken. Nancy packed her stuff and moved out. John was left with ten sheep, one horse, and Ms. Kitty. Maintainence on the house had always been a problem. Over time, a hole in the foundation grew in size, until eventually it was big enough for a cat to squirm through. Ms. Kitty got in the habit, of an evening, of slipping out and, in her role as Diana the Huntress, wandering in the moonlight. Nightly, she would bring something back and deposit it in the bedroom---a mouse, a mole, sometimes a rather large rabbit. Scared stiff and wounded was preferred to already dead. Her specialty, h

how to clean ear plugs
how to clean ear plugs
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EP3 Sonic Defenders protect your hearing without interfering with your ability to hear routine sounds or conversations. Their double-flange stem design fits most people and provides a Noise Reduction Rating (NRR) of 24dB. Sounds, at safe levels, are allowed to pass through into the ear canal, while potentially harmful noises (above 85dB) are reduced via a proprietary design that incorporates the patented Hocks Noise Braker® filter. EP3s include attached stopper plugs, which can be inserted for further protection, and they also block out lower-level noise like that heard on a plane. They can be used in situations where hearing ambient sounds or conversations isn't critical. The right/left color-coded Sonic Defenders are made from a soft but durable, hypoallergenic polymer and are ergonomically shaped, with an adjustable-stem design, providing a secure fit, all-day comfort, and extended product life (3 to 6+ months, depending on usage and care). And their low-profile design means they can be worn while wearing a headset. Each set is packaged in a convenient carry case. Available in clear. 24dB Noise Reduction Rating (NRR) with stoppers inserted Lowers potentially dangerous noise levels above 85dB Hear safe sound levels (with stoppers out) as if you weren't wearing ear plugs Ergonomic design and double-flange stem design conforms to ear shape for comfort and secure retention Made from hypoallergenic, medical-grade polymer that's soft, durable, and long-lasting Low-profile design allows you to keep them in place while wearing a headset Available in clear

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