duh
hang yer banana in a banana hammock
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duh
hang yer banana in a banana hammock
ups just delivered two boxes of shit. literally, they are full of poop
That stinks.
Heh. How’d you like to work in Cologuard receiving, unpacking boxes full of shit all day? I felt kind of weird shitting in a little tub, packaging it, and dropping it off for shipment, but it sure beat a colonoscopy.
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Well not from the truck .. the angles don't work.
So I usually beach it in the middle of the road and get out cause you never know what Jabba did.
Set it at the edge dude, ya don't have to house it.
And no not a big deal at all, just annoying.
I bought a product like this recently and asked husband is he could install- this is what I came upon that morning #notannoyed
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was he still shrooming?
haha no but I could see where you get that idea.
but clearly the outside the box solutions persist
hell of an effort
I don't have a banana hammock. Will a fisting sling work?
My wife says I'm supposed to cut the second from last banana off with a scissors, leaving enough of the stem so that the last banana can still hang. So now I need to go find a scissors just to eat a goddamn banana. I'm sorry, but I don't think I can take any more of this shit. (Also, the asshole across the street secretly set up a Road Maintenance Association and recorded it, and is telling all the other owners in our little subdivision that he can make them pay and if they don't he's going to lien their property. But the banana thing is worse.)
That’s bullshit. The last banana will be just fine laying on the counter or propped up in the fruit basket until tomorrow when I’m ready to eat it. And if it’s not, I’ve achieved a station in life where the $0.20 added to compost (or banana bread) isn’t any great burden.
False summits.
I think I'm going to have to pay a lawyer to find out.
When my hospital went on strike they had docs mopping floors, emptying trash cans, working in the lab. I got assigned to do fecal blood tests. Back then the patient was supposed to swab a turd and smear a little bit on a card and send it in. The lab tech--me--would drop some reagent on it and if it turned blue the patient was going to die. This one guy sent the whole turd, wrapped in aluminum foil, in a box. His test was negative, but I was tempted to call it positive just to fuck with him. (Then there was my partner's patient who mixed his bowel prep chemicals in a gallon of distilled vinegar instead of distilled water. He survived but was too sick for his surgery for a week or so and had to do the prep again. As I often have to tell my wife --READ THE INSTRUCTIONS. THEY'RE THERE FOR A REASON.)
Around here people steal recycling bins so they can carry away the propane canisters they steal from backyard grills. I fitted a motion-detecting security light to deter this (and to stop me breaking my neck taking out the empties).
Someone stole the security light - fucker.
I have somehow gotten on the postal mailing list for a bunch of crazy right wing conservative groups. The ones who send me prepaid return envelopes are getting special gifts back in the mail.
Some anti abortion group is getting an envelope full of thick, bushy black hair... brushed out of the sheepdog poodle mix today.
Good luck with that. You'll probably just wind up on more mailing lists. I once wrote a very angry letter to an LDS radio station that was drifting and messing up the reception on my favorite radio station. Guess what that accomplished.