He had a girlfriend after me that I was fairly fond of; I used to teach her tricks to **** him off.
He eventually did what I told him to and found an older woman who had no kids who would take care of him like a child. They were married a few years, but she vanished.
I used to do all the...
Laziness. Absolute laziness.
I remember he came up to me once(at age 27), shaking his head in disgust, nasty sneer on his face. I could tell if I played my cards wrong, I was going to get a major temper outburst. (For some background, I was the only one working.)
"I don't know how you...
That was my first instinct as well. I eventually had some help with the flushing, and another to standby with the plunger, or that might have got ugly.
I'm very sorry to hear that.
I hope so. You're a good rabbit, and you don't deserve to be devastated.
Yeah, it does suck.
Hope you get a...
Sorry to hear that. Do you have to contend with them often?
We're all(other than my oldest son) vegetarians. :D
I've always kinda been treated that because I'm an oddball, my feelings don't matter.
Its something that continues to be reinforced to me(even though I know its not accurate).
I think dear old dad really needed to go, and you could hear him in there hollering at his son...
He didn't have the means to wait for his wayward son to come clean up.
It made the mountain disappear for the most part. There were still clogs, but one could sit down.
When he lived at home, his dad took care of the toilet for him.
He just assumed someone would always oversee his ****.
He was more mindful about it after some of his friends showed up, and one needed to use the bathroom.
There was a hell of a noise once Mt. TP was discovered.
He was very...
I dislike food centered events.
We generally can't eat anything(and were told there's nothing being served we can eat other than potatoes, but we can bring our own).
I'd rather stay home and eat my own food than cart my own food and eat it somewhere else, and then have to cart it home again...
My oldest son's father used to clog the toilet.
He'd use a whole roll, and leave the mess. THen he'd go again. And again. Sometimes the TP was up over the toilet seat.
I refused to clean up his feces(my son was an infant, and in diapers, that was enough). There was a small grocery store...
We had a port a potty one summer.
My middle son loved helping the maintenance guy. The truck would roll up, and he'd jump and clap his hands.
I'd try to get him into the house, but the guy said don't worry about it. He wasn't used to that kind of reception, and he'd put him to work.
They...