That was fucking traumatic.

It's making me very itchy.

I have so many poop stories..

When I was younger and worked as a check-out chick at the local grocery store, I served a group of customers once, one of which was fidgeting with the leg of her sweat pants. I could smell something foul, but assumed that one of them had let a little popov off and assumed it would…

If you're paying for me to get there, then sure. ;D

How can you say that?! You have all the deliciousness of a delicious breakfast fry up (which you haven't had to cook yourself), plus booze, PLUS you can have it late morning. I don't even drink that much, and I LOVE me some brunch.

But it's Spring.. ヽ(^。^)ノ

My fiance does that. We'll cook some lovely bacon for our weekend breakfast fry up and the next thing I know, the fucker is mopping the pan grease up with a piece of bread. I think I've guilted him out of it, but fuck knows what he's doing when I work some Sunday mornings.

A BRUNCH BUFFET IS A THING?!?!

I love your posts so very, very much. =^_^=

Such visuals you paint with your words! I'm having some serious cognitive dissonance about this. I mean, I would be grossed the fuck out if someone vomited on my shoe and I'd probably have to throw them away, same with my new shitty shoes also, but I think in retrospect I'd laugh at the person that had no other…

I'm peach colour on my arms and face, but once we head under the clothes, I go a very pale shade of toilet paper.

I just terror crapped watching that clip.

I'm getting married in Chiang Mai next month! She can be our guest of honour!

For me, it's 100% true. I'm a disability support worker who assists clients with their personal care, so it's possible that I may be a little desensitized to the whole poop thing. Don't get me wrong, poo is still fucking disgusting, but I would take it any day over rainbow chunks.

Vomit is waaaaaaay grosser than poop.

Lololol. I was chatting to an American friend one night (I'm Aussie) and excused myself to grab some food that I told him I was going to "mung" down. He asked what munging was and I couldn't be bothered explaining what I had always used it for (eating a substantial amount of delicious food while high as a kite), so…

I LOVE Chet Faker. You've shared him with everyone now.. this is a good thing.

Bravo, good sir.

Ginger buddies! If you haven't heard/seen it already, Tim Minchin sings a hilarious song about gingers. I'm going to try and link it, but if it doesn't work because of Trolly McDipshit, it's called Prejudice.

This. What is up with random old ladies, it was ALWAYS old ladies with me coming up and telling me how pretty my hair was while the stroked it. For an introverted child, it was fucking creeeeepy.