I can dig it.
When I was in the fifth grade, our school buried a time capsule. I forgot what I contributed to the pile, but I recall thinking impatiently, “How long is it gonna take before they dig this crap back up?”
I was never able to wait too long for anything, so I never saw the logic of making a time capsule when I was younger.
How about you? Have you ever placed something in a time capsule? If so, what was it and why did you choose it? C’mon, I’m feelin’ nosy over here. 
I love saying idiotic things to people pretending to believe what I am saying. Originally, I thought I was a good actor for making people believe that I could be that idiotic because I wouldn't smirk. Recently it dawned on me that everyone just thinks I'm an idiot. o.0
So is Harvey believing what he is saying or putting one over on his father. Idiotic minds may never know…
I live every day like that. The bad part about saying silly stuff with a straight face, is that people aren't sure whether I'm being serious or not. They tend to get a little scared or offended, especially when I make statements similar to what Harvey is saying.
He's gonna be the best tasting hamster jerky around!
I don't know if I'd wanna snap into that Slim Jim.
Well, now… THAT sure conjures up some weird thoughts. lol
The Addanac men are kinda good for making a person think strangely.
we did one in school too but I don't think I was allowed to put anything in it.
I don't even think anyone (myself included) even remembers where we buried ours.
I never ever did one. about September last year I found a time capsule from a previous tenant when I was digging up part of the back lawn for my veggie garden. I have a comic in draft based on that experience.
Did you open it up to see what was in there? I'd be so curious that I couldn't stand not knowing.
I will post the comic on Wednesday to reveal the contents…
I'm still mad about this. At the end of sixth grade in 1995, my science teacher had us write letters to our 18-year-old selves in the future. She said that the letters would be given to the high school and given to us when we graduated. I eagerly wrote a long, thoughtful letter to my future self and handed it in. I never forgot the letter, and as the years passed I anticipated opening it upon graduation. When the end of 12th grade started to encroach and no one brought up the subject, I started asking around, and apparently the teacher's aide who had always been in charge of that little project every year had just retired, taking with her any chance of receiving the message from my past self.
I still get a little twinge in my gut every time I think about it.