Through her pocket? Just how big were her pants? And …okay, I’ll bite, how the heck did she manage it? :eek:
At least they didn’t play the theme from ‘The Carousel of Progress’… :eek:
Are you saying that a few percocets is enough to put down a family dog?
DISCLAIMER: Not asking for pet-killing advice; just trying to wrap my head around this.
When we were getting our marriage license there was a young couple in front of us. An older gentleman (OG) was with them.
The conversation:
Clerk: I’m sorry, we can’t give a marriage license to a sixteen year old.
OG: Why not?
Clerk: Both the mother and father have to be present to sign.
OG: Does it matter if they already have a kid?
Clerk: No.
Abstinence only education, you just keep on giving.
I’m not sure this was trashy per se, but I’ll convey it here.
When my mom was getting a serious operation, dad, sis and I were in the special waiting room with all the other people in the same situation. Four middle-aged to elderly folks came in and occupied the center of the somewhat large room. They all pretty much fulfilled the stereotype of the fat person. This is not the trashy part. nor is the fact that as soon as they got situated, every one of them reached into their large duffel bag and began producing family-sized packs of cookies, cupcakes, two-liters of soda, etc… What was trashy was how they all basically built a nest in the middle of the room and immediately began fouling it. I don’t really give them any ill feeling (for this thread, anyway) about all the food since they were in a stressful situation and from their collective physique it was clear that they handled stress with food. But the way they threw all their wrappers, plastic containers (from the family-sized box fried chicken they each had to themself), and other debris all over the place was just astounding. I mean, there was a two-foot-tall pyramid of greasy, sugary paper and plastic in the middle of them. And sure enough, when they left, it all stayed right where it had fallen.
In the waiting room at my dentist a teenage girl came out in tears. When asked by her mom what was wrong she said, “the dentist made fun of my chaw.”
Trashiest thing I’ve ever had to DO: when my husband and I were getting our marriage license in Missouri, in the clerk’s office we had to raise our right hands and testify that were NOT closer than second cousins.
Ok, then.
In my experience, “Forties” can be any sort of beer, and the malt liquor variety is less and less common. May be a regional thing, but many of the bars and clubs for 21-40 aged folks have Bud/Coors/Bush Light etc. “forties”. Sometimes only 32oz bottles, but same thing.
More associated with young folks that want to party, or themed bars.
I think you win “trashiest” on a technicallity 
WTF are we going to declare a war on litter? We’ve done it for everything else these days.
It would be really trashy if you were lying. 
I spent Saturday picking up trash as part of a neighborhood clean-up. That really made me hate my fellow humans for a while. There’s one spot where some houses back up to a park area, separated by a privacy fence. The folks at one house tossed a considerable amount of trash over the back fence. Sheesh…it’s not like the city doesn’t pick it up at the curb. They had a big American flag flying out front. Why fly the flag and then treat America like that?
I always thought it was trashy when parents allow thier kids to smoke (or chaw).
Once I sat next to a couple and thier two kids in a restaraunt. Both parents were smoking, (back before it was outlawed.) The two kids, maybe 10-12ish had a ten minute conversation about what brand of cigarettes they were going to smoke when they got older. Not one peep from either parent that that might not be a good idea. I realize that may have been a little hypocritical given that the parents were smoking at the time but my smoking parents always made it clear that they wished they had never started.
A trashy thing I heard…A guy that used to work where I did went home one night and noticed his new (1-2 months) wife was wearing a big diamond ring.
Him: “What’s up with the diamond ring?”
Her: “It’s from my fiance”
Maybe an In-N-Out Burger?
at st. paul many years ago, there was a church with a ticket booth at the entrance.
live fish and other aquatic animals sold as key chains
a gunstore ad back in the 60s [moderators, delete at your discretion]: “n|gger getter. this gun has a n|gger back guaranty”
I hear that at Burger King you can “have it your way”.
This is just your standard NYC subway welcome mat.
This is simply amazing. I had a pretty impressive snortle from reading that last sentence.
FWIW I believe this is standard, for both reputable and shitty breeders. Either you DIY or you hire someone familiar with the breed to do it.
Maybe I’m wrong but I’ve known plenty of dog breeders and none of them have hired a vet or vet tech to dock or crop their puppies. General opinion about ears seems to be that the professionals aren’t familiar enough with the breed to give the desired, show-dog-worthy end result.
People who keep livestock usually tag or clip ears, dock tails, and remove testicles by hand too… as far as I know it’s legal for house pets as well.
I could have happily gone to my grave never knowing any of that.
Now I cannot. 