If I'm gonna to to effort of cooking, I sure as shit ain't gonna make "bread and jizz"
If I'm gonna to to effort of cooking, I sure as shit ain't gonna make "bread and jizz"
54th anniversary today and the wife said not to get her anything. HA!! I'm not falling into that trap. Went out and got her a card a flowers and gave them to her at noon so I could make my 5pm tee time.
Seeker of Truth. Dispenser of Wisdom. Protector of the Weak. Avenger of Evil.
Not to add fuel to the toast/mayonnaise debate, but slathering hamburger buns with mayo and then toasting them on the grill before the burgers come off is the only way to go.
Smart man.
of course, it might have taken you the better part of a half century to get there, but hey. all that counts is that youre there
In wife-speak "don't get me anything" translates directly to "definitely get me something"
Is it radix panax notoginseng? - splat
This is like hanging yourself but the rope breaks. - DTM
Dude Listen to mtm. He's a marriage counselor at burning man. - subtle plague
nyt lays out the loading rules once and for all…
https://www.washingtonpost.com/home/...-a-dishwasher/
facts.
"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
Can’t read it but already know it’s wrong. Article written by couple of broads. .
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I love those articles, especially from The Times, on domestic issues such as dishwasher loading. I also got to catch up on some Miss Manners without hitting the pay wall. Bonus.
Was in an enduro bike race and on a technical downhill I lost all front brake power. I rode it out using only my rear brake.
After that section was over I saw that my front brake pads had fallen out. WTF?
So I called my wife and asked her to meet me on the course with a new set of pads (had to ride the second timed section without front brakes but fortunately it was more XC) style riding)
Later in the race I’m cruising along and lose all power in rear brakes. Stop and check - yep the pads had fallen out.
Then I realized the problem - the last person to bleed my brakes didn’t install the pins back in.
The person who bled my brakes was my wife.
Is this a ploy to get my life insurance?
Am I allowed to complain that she bled my brakes (which is nice) but didn’t finish the job?
Fortunately no wipeouts occurred and no bones were broken. We laughed about it - but I’m sleeping with one eye open for the next bit.
You should check to see if your life insurance payout has been increased lately…
maybe hire a food taster?
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