My husband and I do this. We even talk to and for the girls - “Ew, daddy just cut a horrible smelly fart, didn’t he?” It amuses us. 
ETA: Forgot I meant to address Maui Lion’s complaint - I pulled into a parking space once and could barely get out of my door. It was three compact cars lined up, each of us parked properly between the lines, and I still could barely get out. Parking lot space deciders, you all suck.
On Soulgeek, I put that I’m looking for a girlfriend. :smack: :smack: No wonder I’m not getting responses. Stupid dropdown menu.
Give me a break! By that logic, stepchildren shouldn’t be able to call the adult figure who raises them Mom or Dad.
No, animals cannot be birthed by humans. Human families have moms and dads, whether step- or natural. Can’t be done with animals.
But hey if you makes you happy, be my guest. I’ll just be annoyed by it.
I agree, they do. I know for certain at the main shopping mall here, the parking spaces in certain areas are ridiculously small.
Though the SUV driver had plenty of space on his side to get in and out of his own door, it wouldn’t have killed him to scootch over a bit more to the left, then we both woulda been fine.
Oh, and let’s not get started on the drivers who feel entitled to two parking spots. The kind where they park directly over the divider line to where it bisects their car perfectly down the middle. That is some major assholery right there.
Maybe you’d be less annoyed if I told you a cute story? My buddy’s step daughter just started school last year, and all the parents (read: moms) introduced each other as “Sally’s mom” or “Billy’s mom”. Within the household, that’s the way a lot of the moms were brought up.
One day, I dropped by their house with my puppy. She’s a bundle of energy, and always gets to where we’re going before I do. As she rounded the corner, the little girl saw her, and knowing that since my puppy was there, I must be to, squeeled, “Hey guys, Jinger’s mommy is here!”
I’m male. :smack:
We couldn’t stop laughing for a good five minutes. 
People who want to tell me what words are offensive. You know what? I don’t find words to be offensive. I don’t allow other people to have that kind of control over me that a word can make me angry or upset or whatthefuckever. So I really do not need you to tell me what words *should *offend me.
I’m with you, but from the flip side. Don’t tell me what words shouldn’t offend me.
I just try to be easy to get along with. I try not to use words that offend you, you try not to use words that offend me, and we get along famously!
Exactly. Let’s just do this – if you think the word is offensive, don’t use it. If I use a word that offends you, feel free to ignore me and don’t talk to me anymore. Personal responsibility, it’s what I’d like to see for dinner.
I have to be at work at 6am tomorrow, so that means I’ll have to get up at 5ish. Batman has midnight showings… fuuuuuuuuck.
And yet, when I do this to people who speak offensively to me, they get all agitated and screamy, which sort of spoils the effect.
Heh. Not me – I prefer people not talking to me But I understand some people aren’t like I am…
Dear Whiny Kid who’s always in trouble:
Quit whining. You know that you’re not supposed to be doing what we’re scolding you for, and talking back to me or any of the other library employees is going to get you in more trouble. I kicked you out of the children’s room at 1pm because you were doing things you weren’t supposed to be doing and you didn’t have a computer reservation. You came back up while another coworker was there and got the same lecture from them, and then you played this game with a third coworker, who called the security guy on you and your little friend. Lying doesn’t work when three people confirm that you’ve been told not to misbehave in the Children’s room and that you were reminded that you weren’t allowed in the play area of the Children’s room at all until further notice. You whined and claimed that you weren’t doing anything wrong, and you continue to talk back to the employees and you got kicked out for the day. You play this game enough times in a row in the future and you’ll get trespassed for a year. If you do, I can say that I will not be sad to see you go.
Quit being so whiny,
Nashiitashii
We’ve been fostering a dog from the animal shelter where I volunteer for two weeks now. I am a very responsible dog caretaker and I have never failed to pick up her poo in public areas.
Apparently one of my fucktwat neighbors actually took offense that I put a plastic baggie of dog poo in their garbage can, and brought it all the way back to my house and left it at my door.
Several points here:
If I find out who was this unbelievably petty, I’m going to light a bag of poo on their doorstep.
Why do so many people bike in such a low gear? There’s no reason to use the smallest of the front gear wheel thingees when you’re riding on flat city streets.
Pedalpedalpedalpedalpedalpedalcoast … coast … coast … Pedalpedalpedalpedalpedalpedalcoast …
If you used a higher gear you’d move a lot faster with a lot less effort. As it is, you’re exhausting yourself, you’re getting in everyone’s way, and you look like an idiot.
This goes double if you’re riding a bike with a suspension seat post (pedalBOUNCEpedalBOUNCEpedalBOUNCEpedalBOUNCEpedalBOUNCEcoast … coast … ), and triple for if it’s got knobbly mountain bike tires.
lisacurl - I can’t believe that! I’m always paranoid when I dump poop bags in other peoples’ garbage but I always tell myself I’m being silly … this doesn’t help!
Many rants that aren’t so mini, but I don’t have the energy for a whole thread.
Mortgage company, fuck you very much for not responding to our request to reaffirm our mortgage when we went through bankruptcy. A special thank you to all of your representatives who told me they didn’t know why my mortgage was being reported as discharged.
Bankruptcy attorney, fuck you very much for not following up on the reaffirmation during the bankruptcy. We asked you frequently if all our paperwork was coming in and were assured all was well. You suck and should expect a copy of the letter we will be sending to the bar association.
Self, you were an idiot for not following through on this more closely. Now we are completely fucked credit-wise and will not be able to finance anything until 2016. Enjoy the next 8 years you idiot.
Husband, if you don’t quit whining about this situation for a while, we won’t have to worry about our finances anymore because I will run away from home.
Unilever you are bastards!!! You reduced the size of Breyer’s ice cream cartons to 1.5 quarts. Fuckety fuck fuck fuck.
Why does everything have to be so hard?!?
Super typo! 100% approval! Applause!
Oh, bother!
And I put poo bags in neighborhood garbage cans too. They belong to the city . . . who cares?
All of a sudden I’m glad I don’t have actual garbage cans in the back of my yard. I’d rather have your dog’s poo in my garbage can than on my lawn, but I’d rather have your dog’s poo in YOUR garbage can.
Where I live, the garbagemen don’t deal with any garbage that’s not in a big bag. The little bag of poo would stay in the bottom of my garbage can to rot, and probably attract scavenger critters.
(Their policy is annoying because I like those little plastic bags from stores for cleaning out the deposits from my ferret’s litter box. However, then I have to take out the garbage right away as my husband doesn’t want that to stay inside, even in the big garbage can, and we have only partially full bags of garbage more often than I care to think about. What a waste.)
Agreed. I can’t even quite say why, but I don’t really want anyone else’s trash in my garbage cans.
However, I certainly would not have been upset to the point of lisacurl’s neighbors. At most, I’d chat with them about it, and only if it was happening constantly.