I agree. They should be steamed.

Or hammer trajectory

(quitting smoking)

Middle management material at best, if not for nepotism.

My gosh, you made me laugh. I got a perfect picture of Manuel from Fawlty Towers finally snapping and chasing a customer around the hotel screaming “Que!” “Que!” at the top of his lungs.

So, we’re all going to hell in a handbag?

Hey I just met you

I shudder to think what he might do for a Klondike bar.

“We were pretending to do crunches on the filthy floor of his rental when he got super serious and made me sit on the couch so could go down on bended knee (in sweatpants) and offer me a plastic light-up ring, later replaced by a $40 amber ring we picked out together.”

I don’t think anything anyone could manufacture would ever beat that.

Eh my Dad asked my Mum to marry him doing the washing up. She asked where the relationship was going after dinner one day and he said “I want to marry you and be with you forever”.

It wasn’t that cold, but it was cold enough that we were in there long enough that it was starting to get cold.

Eww. I hope you two have to spend the first two weeks of your engagement in quarantine after touching that water.

Mr. Fuzz has typed fuck and its variants into his phone so many times he has broken autocorrect to bow to his will. His fucks remain unfucked with. Unlike me, I just had to fix untucked.

I cannot type “some” into my phone without it thinking that “sine” is obviously the better choice. It certainly doesn’t seem to care about any changes I make to the dictionary. I feel your pain.

Language has evolved with technology and this is so ubiquitous at this point that “duck,” “ducking,” and “ducked” have become nearly interchangeable with “fuck,” “fucking,” and “fucked.” It’s pretty ducking cool.

I’m really ready for her sanctimony pony to throw a shoe.

Let me know where all you drunksters will be throwing those stones. Just in case.