
Originally Posted by
Diamond Joe
Everything has a place in my house. This way, when I'm looking for something, anything, I can usually put my hands on it right away.
My wife has a place for everything too. Its called "anywhere thats out of sight", usually the closest drawer or closet. I bitch when she goes on a cleaning tangent because NOTHING goes back to its "place", it goes to the closest random out-of-sight spot thats different every time.
I was trying to find the battery for my impact driver yesterday. Mind you, in my mind there are two places for this item to be. In the charger, or in the fucking driver. I could. Not. Find. It. ANYWHERE. I was like "love, do you remember where you 'cleaned' the cordless drill battery to?" - of course she never remembers where those things went, because its completely random and different every time, depending on what part of the house they were in when they were "cleaned up". After an hour of searching every closet and drawer I gave up and ordered another one.
I'm sorry to hear that you married my ex-wife.
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
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