I don’t agree with your reasoning. I have a rock that I keep on my dresser and there haven’t been any rhinos in the area at all. It’s totally the rock.
Corrolation is not causation my friends. You all are going to be in a rude awakening, because I have been keeping you safe from Rhinos your whole lives by force of will.
You rock.
Yes, but you can help! I have been having trouble finding a worthy successor like my mentor found me. You can use the forces of your wills to help me find a successor, or else when I die it’s going to be RHINO HAVOK! in your town.
You rock. Me paper. Me wins.
sigh Finding a successor is going to be so difficult.
I nominate Obama. He certainly eliminated one RINO.
Regards,
Shodan
This is about on par with the asshats who will take a brand new roll of toilet paper and sit it ON TOP of the dispenser, leaving the empty roll still hanging.
Because two additional seconds of work to actually replace the roll would kill you.
Grinds my gears.
Oooh good one! We’ll see if he takes my calls. He probably doesn’t know the importance of my task though. He probably thinks “That’s preposterous there are no Rhinos in North America.”, and I’d be like, “Yeah, duh, you’re welcome!”
Rush Limbaugh is probably a better choice though, he’s eliminated more RINOs than Obama. 
Sigh - I have a family & a kitten who drop things - but only 1 person picks them up.
My 20 year old daughter just steps out of the clothes & leaves them in the bathroom - even though the laundry basket is right outide. None of them seem capable of rinsing dishes & putting them in the dishwasher until I get pissed off & say all dishes are being done by hand from now on. After a couple of weeks when they beg to be allowed to use the dishwasher, the kids manage for about a day then go back to their old ways. My husband doesn’t manage at all. He rinses everyone’s dishes then just leaves them in weird pyramids on the sink.
on the plus side - they are big project people. With help from some of my brother in laws, they have replaced our deck, started putting in a patio area & dug over the garden. But small details seem to escape them.
Dish stacking is a lost art that should be nurtured in those exhibiting talent.
I assume that by “pyramid”, your husband isn’t stacking the tiniest dish at the bottom, and working his way up…
When you open up a new jug of milk and tear off that strip of plastic around the cap…guess what? You could bend down a whole six inches and nudge open that door with your toe and put the damn thing in the garbage instead of leaving it on the counter for someone else to put away!
And why in FSM’s name do you have to leave your mail on the kitchen table, present for all meals, for at least three days? Does it have to age? Is there a certain odor that it emits to tell you that it’s finally ripe enough to be removed?
Oh now, be fair. Mail *does *have to age. It has to be left to “air” for approximately three days so that it either becomes not so very scary after all, OR becomes so VERY scary that it must now be dealt with at once.
And I might not know about rhinos, but I’m sure my valiant efforts at digging elephant traps in my youth kept Glasgow, and perhaps the whole of Scotland, free from marauding elephants for many long years.
Tangential to the milk carton thing, it is also important not to take those little things off tomatoes and leave them on the kitchen work surface. Because for someone without sufficient coffee input in the morning, they can look a bit like big spiders. :eek:
:smack: That makes more sense.
Although the OP did remind me of a friend who would use drop-off service at the laundrymat and would :smack: when she realized she was paying by the pound and put wet towels in the bag.
LOL, we use a drop off service and I didn’t even think of the ‘by the pound’ thing, I just thought it was kind of mean to send them a thing full of wet nasty towels.
Especially since we have cats that like to pee on clothes when they are displeased, the wet towel releases a pungent smell of cat urine, it amplifies so that it permeates the room. It’s gross.
Maybe that’s what’s keeping the rhinos away.
Possibly. 
Honey, I have marked off with masking tape the area of the counter in front of the microwave where you can’t put stuff or it will block us from opening the microwave. The latest item you have put in this area was a block of knives. One of these days, I am going to stab or bludgeon you with the latest item you have put in this area, and then throw the item you have put in the area into the trash, regardless of what it is or what it’s worth.
I should not have to move stuff around to use the microwave. That might have been acceptable in the tiny kitchen of the apartment where you lived in grad school, but it’s not acceptable for Real Grownups Who Own Their Own House, dammit!
Mom, is that you?
She insists that all dishes be washed in the sink, then run through the dishwasher. She got very pissed off at Mr. Neville once for taking what he thought were clean dishes out of the dishwasher and putting them away. They hadn’t been run through the dishwasher yet, see, so they were still filthy and dirty and you’d probably get trichinosis if you ate off of them, even if they looked clean. (My mom says you will get trichinosis from eating raw cookie dough, cookie dough ice cream, or sushi containing raw fish, so why not from dirty dishes?)
It’s not as bad as evil misogynists who just leave the empty roll there and don’t bring a fresh roll into the bathroom. Guys can get away with this because they don’t have to use paper when they pee, but a woman in that situation is trapped until somebody brings her a new roll of toilet paper or she air-dries enough to scurry out to where the toilet paper is kept without dripping pee on the floor.
Though I suppose pee on the floor might repel rhinos. Is that how tdn keeps rhinos away by peeing? Or does it have to be on a wet towel?
When I was a kid, my mom said not to touch feathers you find outside, BIRDS CARRY DISEASE! I’m still paranoid about that. Then what do I see in a photo from mom’s camping trip? Her with a big-ass feather stuck in her hair. Her excuse? “I was protecting you as a kid–I’m an adult and can choose to take a risk.” I don’t even want to know if it was an eagle feather she was legally banned from having.
Sigh; Thats exactly what he does. Not surpringly, we get a lot of breakages.