I squirmed when I read that. The flirting would not have bothered me but if some waitress put her fingers in my or my date’s food, I would have probably screamed.
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I agree. I miss my small town DMV.
Depends on where you live! I used to live in a tiny college town and going to the DMV was (I know, I know, unbelievable) not unpleasant! It took about 10 minutes to get whatever you needed done and everyone was friendly. Then I moved to near a big city and it’s back to dealing with waiting for two hours for Patty and…
Presumably if you aren’t an American citizen, you are likely to have a passport (which you could use as a form of ID, should you have a license from one of the above mentioned states) from the country of which you are a resident otherwise you would not have been allowed to enter the country and thus would not be at an…
That made me make the same gagging face I did this morning when I accidentally used my daughter’s revolting kiddie toothpaste.
What I was going to say.
Just please don’t call me “mom”.
Vigorous masturbation. Poor aim. Enthusiasm.
An ex managed to ejaculate in his own eye once. Poor planning.
Me too.
Argghh! The pyramid selling! It’s soooo depressing and simultaneously totally irritating.
I feel the same way!
I went to the same high school as Joan Bez (many years later), was quite miserable there and was quite pleased to find out that when they approached her for money, her response was basically, “Why? I hated your school.”
I know! I sent the link to my vegan brother and asked him if it was, well, vegan. He did not reply.
Me too. Also, horse trailers. Preferable to a portapotty at the end of the day at a horse show.
Yes. A barn at which I was working had a party. I had beers, did not want to walk all the way to the house, so I used a horse stall.
A pile of used horse stall bedding, full of horse piss and bits of poo. My phone fell out of my pocket while I was using the horse stall for my own micturatory needs during a barn party. I retrieved it.
Yesterday I had an accident at work which involved a wheelbarrow, my falling, and old (used!) horse bedding. I also had a pleasant meeting with my boss, later in the day. I came home and said to my husband, “I bet -you’ve- never sat through a meeting with your boss with horse shit on your pants. And of you did, >your<…