My dad’s been dead just over a year and a half. I’d give a lot to be able to sit there and just veg with him. Maybe have a beer. Maybe just bitch at each other a lot to the point where mom’s pissed at both of us, but we’re having fun with it. I miss those days. Plus, my wife’s pregnant and he’ll never get to meet his…

If I were independently wealthy I would see all the big sites as quickly as possible (Stonehenge, the pyramids, Rome, etc.) then settle into this very routine as quickly as possible. And the only reason I’d see the sites is to avoid the inevitable “You should see the world!” conversations. “Done it. I prefer the…

Why are you forcing yourself to go through this miserable experience over and over?

Tipping culture is so stupid

Tipping Culture IS stupid. Support changing it! But until it does change, don’t screw over honest folks just trying to pay their bills because the current culture asks you to pay them instead of their employer. Eat out knowing this is an expected cost, until that changes. Refusing to tip isn’t going to change the…

I generally tip every day, instead of one lump sum at the end of my stay. This ensures proper distribution among housekeepers that may or may not be rotating responsibilities.

Children - own or rent?

I don’t know how to say this without coming off like a jackwagon but how about you only buy gift cards for things/services the recipient is actually going to use?

Fuck this woman. Fuck fuck fuck this woman.

My family does dirty santa (or yankee swap, or white elephant whatever you call it.) And I absolutely loath participating. When my dad remarried, our family inherited his new wifes very large very loud family. Inevitably someone will bring a gift they think is cool or fun, and someone else will open it then spend the…

I had scarlet fever over two separate Christmases during my childhood. I don’t remember much about it, other than the sandpapery skin, and feeling cheated because I had to leave my 3rd grade Christmas party early. 2/10 would not recommend.

I really enjoy the place I go to for massage, and finally found a therapist that can just ...i don’t know...read my muscles and knows *exactly* where to work out the knots etc...

But I effing *hate* the plinky-plunky music. I’ve started wearing in my bluetooth headphones; I’ll exchange pleasantries with the therapist…

It goes both ways as well.

When I moved to the DC area and found a new spa and therapist that I was happy with, it took 5 or 6 sessions before she was comfortable enough with me as a regular client to work the Gluteus (butt) muscles or the adductormagnus/longus (inner thigh) muscles. Totally understandable.

simpler and far more useful... homemade vanilla extract.

I hope the manager gets strung up along side that massage therapist. Honestly, what the fucking fuck?

So how many evil step-moms were just women stepping in to take over for crappy fathers?

You’re missing one of the best genres of calendars: BOOZE-FILLED!

What I really wish I could skip was the auto play videos all Kinjas are starting to slip into every article. Seriously, whoever came up with this idea needs a smack upside the head.

SPAM, rice, seaweed = SPAM Musubi. YUM.