My dad installed a urinal in his bathroom. He loved it and never regretted the installation.
Sea_pop
Two words for me. Read. Receipts. I have found that someone will inevitably text me and say, "why didn't you respond?" Fucker. You texted me. Want me to actually engage with you? Call me. Otherwise you're now at my mercy.
I prefer calling because it's easy to silence and just let it go to VM if I am busy. Call back immediately and that's usually a sign of being needed.
I fucking hated having roommates. Our house had two kitchens and you'd think that would solve a lot of the issues... Nope. Cat litter box. Garage. Shared backyard. Everything that could be mistreated, or used improperly, was.
It's that way here in Seattle as well. When I moved here 18 years ago my now step brothers told me don't ever use an umbrella unless you want to be mistaken as a tourist or gay. Too bad I already had that second one on lock.
In their defense, the gaybies on Capital Hill love umbrellas to preserve their look.
Parrot knows what's up
Well shit, thanks for this!
I would gladly tickle your nutsack with my mustache
I always give a thumbs down when someone cuts me off or something. Makes me feel a little less enraged
One morning, a few weeks back, I made eye contact with someone who was obviously having a rough morning. I knew I shouldn't engage but I also didn't want to ignore them, so I gave a quick good morning. They promptly responded, "fuck your morning."
I think of that interaction every day.
Limon pepino or cucumber melon is the best and I will NEVER call that green
Man, three body problem is such a good show! I cannot wait for the second season and I just got the books