Hey, fetus, that first quote wasn’t me. Not that I don’t agree with the sentiment…
Your roommate puts cds/dvds back in whatever case he grabs? Have you beaten him to death yet?
Yet you still hear people singing “My eyes have seen the glory…” headdesk
It’s stuck in my head. I must get it out.
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher; we have broken every rule
We have been down to the office where we torched the principal
Our gang is marching on!
Why thank you! curtsey
My mini rant for today is the glurge I received which said something like “wouldn’t it be great if you called the White House and got this message: For English Press 1, otherwise press 2 until you can speak English!”
Yeah, motherfuckers, that would be just hilarious as hell–if and ONLY if you can point to the people who are both indigenous to North America AND who also speak English as their sole and native tongue. Funny thing, the people who were here when the boats arrived spoke a whole bunch of completely different languages, and the original boat arrivers spoke fucking Norse or somesuch. Followed by the German speakers, the Scots and Irish who really preferred to speak Gaelic, the Swedes and Norwegians and Finns and Chinese and Africans and Japanese and all the other wonderful people who came here and ADOPTED English as their language, some more quickly than others. My grandfather certainly didn’t speak English when he got off the boat from Finland, and my kids’ grandfather only spoke Ukrainian when HE got here. So take your “English only” holier than thou attitude and stuff it where the sun don’t shine and the moon don’t glow, because it’d be a whole lot fairer to deport everyone who doesn’t speak Iroquois.
Ignorant, jingoistic fucksticks…
I pit my husband. There’s a garbage disposal in the sink. That means that when you rinse garbage off of dishes, it goes into the disposal which, with the simple flick of a switch, grinds it up and makes it go away.
So why are you apparently incapable of flicking that switch? Every morning when I get up and want to make coffee, I have to run the damn disposal first because the sink starts backing up the moment I turn on the water. I don’t care if you never had a disposal until after you married me 11 years ago. You’ve had one for 11 years now; don’t you think you’ve had enough time to figure out how the fucking thing works?
Well, not as much as you might think. The “snow” consisted of a couple flakes in a few eastern suburbs one day. I live in one of them, and didn’t see any of the purported snow.
But it’s fuckin’ cold!*
*It was far worse in even the best winters where I grew up (between Baltimore and DC), but still.
Whoops!
Nah, I do things that piss him off too. We just consider it even.
Not strictly 
Well, if you’re good with it, I’m good with it. I still think you shouldn’t take beating him to death off the table too soon, though.