There’s probably nothing too this, but my roomate bought a container of Glass Wipes, and the way the product is labeled can make you do a doulbe take.
It’s a spherical container, and the word WIPES is underneath GLASS, beginning directly underneath the letter A in GLASS, as in:
GLASS
WIPES
So when he put them on top of the fridge the container was turned so that the GL wasn’t visible and all I saw was:
ASS
WIPES
Intentional? Who knows, but at the time, made me say, WTF???
OK, that first example ^ didn’t work, but you know what I’m sayin’
The Bears at Southern Decadence need some instruction, though.
P.S. How’d I miss out on the info that you’re a bear?
Who is wiping? Oh my God, bear is wiping! How can this be?
We find in favor of … BIG AMERICAN PARTY!
Do you mean thirty seconds? Because it takes mine ten or fifteen seconds just to make refrigerated butter soft enough to spread.
Snap quiz: name the activity in which one burps the seal on one’s skirt.
Nah. They still need someone to clean the litter boxes!
(Bookkeeper - Servant to 5 cats)
Well I dont know about you all but one of the finest pleasures in life is a new pair of socks or underwear.
If you open the package and toss the new items in with all the old underwear it ruines the newness.
A nice ziplocked bag of fresh underwear in the drawer extends that fresh feeling and if you really wanted to you could save some for weeks or months and save the special feeling for a special day without the old stuff tainting it.
Mind you I almost never buy new underwear or socks and if I did even if it was in a resealable pack I would just shove the whole pack in my drawer or just leave it around after I tore into it bypassing the reclosable seal.
This is precisely what our pets did. The cat opened the cabinets and the dog would pry the plastic lids off the cat food cans. They’d share the food.
I don’t know. You can see some G-rated photos here, but you can’t see the dense, lush forests of chest hair (and saplings of back hair). 
I’d lean more towards cub, given that I’m 18 and my hair isn’t finished growing in yet. I can grow really good-looking sideburns, and I can span them using the hair under my chin, but God himself forbids that I get one hair on my chin or moustache. I’m bitter. (Actually, it isn’t that bad. I just look like the 10th grader who’s desperately trying to grow a beard when I don’t shave it.)
Southern Decadence = bear run? Never been to one, mainly because I haven’t researched when/where they are.
I’ve bought knickers which have their very own little hangers. I must be the most sluttish wench in the southern hemisphere, though, because I don’t hang mine up; I toss 'em in the top drawer.
Hoo boy. The underwear thing reminded me of my own similar wtf moment.
Years ago I worked at a Michaels art supply store. We used to get loads and load of those little terracotta clay pots, which were usually padded with newspaper to keep them from breaking during transport. One day I was opening up a box of them, and saw that they were padded with the usual newspaper - plus a pair each of filthy dirty men’s and women’s underwear, tied together, sitting right on top.
I didn’t want to know why then, and I still don’t now. :eek:
I microwave my pop tarts for 30 seconds. Once I must have hit the 3 or 0 twice, that thing could have been used as a paving stone.
Sure make “Eat my shorts” less appealing.
I can never quite understand why sometimes put instore baked bread in hyper-destructable packaging.
I recently bought some dog bones that had directions on them…FOR THE DOG! The bones were curved at the end (sorta forming an “L”) and the directions showed the dog how to put his paw on the curved part the rest of the bone will flip up to make it easier to chew on. I showed my dogs the package, but they both ate the curvy part off first anyways.
Hovercraft operation?
See? And you guys thought I was joking about those TP instructions for bears!
Well, yes, but only if it’s full of eels.
Actually, I’d guess kayaking.