I think you’d be better off googling “hemorrhoid” than asking me about it.
Ask your mother.
It creeps me out a little that you’re asking me about how to get human bloodstains out of a carpet. Despite what you may think, I’ve never needed to know the answer to that before.
I don’t know what you’re thinking, that stain is definitely ketchup.
Yes, those five shooting trophies are hers.
Because ketchup doesn’t look like that when it dries.
Go immediately to the ER. That’s something that can be sewn back on. But HURRY!
Er, no, it wasn’t his finger.
YOU tell ME, what do you think it was?
Don’t ask me. I’m just repeating what I was told.
Unless you provide contrary information, I’m going with the original narrative.
No. Your lawsuit is obviously based on little more than than unfounded allegations and self-indulgent whining. Case dismissed.
I really didn’t think anyone would ever bring that up.
You just reminded me. I do recall having one of those, years ago.
I thought parts of it were interesting, but they really didn’t cover anything I didn’t already know.
Yes, I made the appointment for ten o’clock Thursday.
Um, the stuff stuck to that axe blade is not dirt.
Look, the weather isn’t cooperating! How the hell can I rake the yard when it’s covered in snow?
It’s not that hard! If you’d just read the instruction manual and follow what it says you’d be fine.
You have to remove the top layer first, then gradually work your way through to the other side.