I walk around the Entire house looking for something? Then “Suddenly” the remote… :dubious:
true story… often , my Molly the Collie steals my remote and carries it to the door… so I find it at the door as she sits there waiting to go out… I go out in my house coat and wait…tilll p… TV and remotes are divinely, intrusively, canine tools of CONTROL.
I don’t sweep the kitchen floor until I’m vacuuming the living room, then I sweep the crap from the kitchen floor onto the living room carpet and then vacuum it up.
I will give an expensive item of clothing to the thrift store rather than iron or dry clean it.
Lobsang must be too lazy to read the thread, since his schtick has already been done!
I do the online phonebook and weather things, as well. I also am so lazy that I didn’t want to quote those posters.
Ah, but has it. (cisco’s thread contains a dot. Just try to select anything in my thread)
That’s a bold move you did there Lobsang. There isn’t enough space in this thread to hold your laziness.
Story of my life, man.
I think Jacksonport is laziest, because he registered in November of 2003, it took him until 2004 to post and he pretty much copied the OP to do so! Hat’s off, my good man!
Ah, but laziness manifests in many different forms. Some lazy people don’t care about social niceties and will happily eat their chicken nuggets off the cookie sheet (or out of the box, still frozen). Some lazy people are in denial about their laziness and will attempt to maintain at least a modicum of decorum, in order to shield themselves from the truth.
I am the latter. While occasionally I will eat my mac-n-cheese straight from the pot, more often I will employ an intermediary dish in order to keep up the illusion of normal human behavior. However, in my case, “plate” is something of a euphemism. It may actually be a plate, if I’ve actually done dishes and enough plates are clean. More commonly, it will be something else, like the inverted lid from a large saucepan. Or possibly a hardbound book with a paper towel on it, if the food is dry enough.
The truly lazy person will not blink at eating his breakfast cereal out of a bundt-cake pan with a measuring spoon. N’est pas?
I’m so lazy I learned how to parallel park just so I could park in front of the stores in our small town. Most people avoid parallel parking and park around the corner.
I’m so lazy, I’ll fashion something out of things laying around me to pull the remote closer…which usually takes 10 minutes or more.
Mr. TeaElle just confided that he is so lazy that he nearly wets his pants at least twice a month in his reticence to get up and go to the bathroom. :eek:
I have a follow up on my laziness – I’m so lazy that today, I put my dog on his leash, opened the door, let him out and then leaned against the door jamb and waited for him to do his thing within 15 feet of the door (thank goodness for extendable leashes) rather than just taking the poor animal outside properly.
Of course, perhaps that’s not so much laziness as the fact that it was about -139 degrees here today.
To see how collectively lazy we are as a group, just compare the post count to this thread to the view count…
I’m so laz
I’ve been known to…
- Ask my wife to answer the door when someone knocks, whle she’s in the kitchen 20 ft away, and I am in the recliner 5 ft away
- I oay all my bills online, so I don’t have to ger up to do it, and they can all be done at once…(even my rent is paid online)
- I will drive to the corner store, when t would be quicker to walk there and back
- I have waited to take the bus to get somewhere when walking will be quicker
I’m so lazy I do not find the energy to open my shoelaces. I just pull them off my feet. Then the next time I have to wear those shoes again, you don’t expect me to open the laces now? So I try to squize my feet into my shoes. It takes me minutes and minutes, makes my fingers cramp, makes my socks pile up in my shoetip and damages the back of my shoes so bad I can throw them out after a maltreatment or ten. But I still wont open my shoelaces.
Come on, this joke is so old, it’s not even funny anym
Lexen has asked me to answer this thread because he was too lazy to do it himself.
If I weren’t so lazy, I would write my guaranteed NYT best seller book entitled, " Parenting from the Couch."
Such Chapters would be:
- Delegating the kidlets to do thy bidding.
- What dog breed is the best Hoover?
- Cable or Satellite.
- Investing in a bullhorn: pro’s and con’s.
- Sweat pants, comfort is thy name.
- Teaching children proper loading & cleaning techniques of DVD’s.
Lord knows, It is a life’s research.