You still have to get out to pee.

The red one reminds me of my high school gym teacher. Sigh....

My experience in 25 years of driving is that 90% of people give zero fucks about the cars behind them. They want to get through the intersection, but don’t care if anyone behind them makes it or not.

I can’t speak to anyone else’s experience but I actively avoid crapping in public bathrooms. oobviously not always possible, but I much prefer doing that at home. (if for no other reason than better toilet paper)

I have a bidet and love it.

This article is all Alternative Facts. It reads like wishful thinking from Apple.

I have to agree. How you talk matters — and that does NOT mean just black people. Right or wrong, it’s part of the shorthand human beings use to figure out how they feel about someone else.

To everyone who made snarky comments about my post, I leave this:

I get the history. But here we have a word, oddly spelled, with a movie plate around it. If you don’t know what it is, you complain. Then the owner points out the intent and the effort to make it obvious, and you go, Oh, got it. The owner says “yeah sorry, not my intent” and others say “understood, I get it now”.…

This is one of those situations where neither side is wrong in their arguments.

Send it to John Oliver so they can put it in the next catheter cowboy spot.

“If you can convince the lowest white man he’s better than the best colored man, he won’t notice you’re picking his pocket. Hell, give him somebody to look down on, and he’ll empty his pockets for you.”- President Lyndon B. Johnson

Came here for a “Dutch Oven” joke, did not leave disappointed. Cheers!

When you’re married, you don’t need to pay for Dutch ovens.

Bath mat? Why?

Bath mat? Why?

If you want really stinky farts, get a dog. My parent’s cocker spaniel lets out silent weapons of mass destruction that cold kill a forest.

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