In the four months I lived in Berlin this past fall, not a single day went by that I didn't see a man peeing in a public place, many times without even attempting to conceal it, including flagrant exposure of many penises directly. If the dude is going in the toilet, I consider that a step up.

As someone learning German, these are some of my favourites so far

Is cat pee like, super-fucking-strong, then? Because when I moved into my apartment the previous owner had let her cat pee in the corner, and it had literally eaten away at the wall/baseboard/down to the concrete. Power cleaners and paint couldn't even get rid of the smell. I assume I eventually just got used to it.…

Sitting is actually better for men with lower urinary tract symptoms, which affects like 40% of guys. Empties the bladder more. Though no difference has been noted in normal healthy guys.

I do if I'm hungover and physically can't stand , I'm also unarrested.

Standgebläse

SITZPINKLER. Germans have the best swears. My friend told me about a German word (I am not even going to attempt to remember or spell it because I will just embarrass myself.) It means "stand-blower" aka "You're so short, you could give someone a blow job while standing up."

Oh oh me me! I actually married the guy. I had 2 engagement rings. The first one was small and very affordable (marquis cut, gold band- simple. My favorite) and the second came with our actual wedding band set (which we bought after he returned from Iraq). Anyways, he was a cheater and a liar. On our second…

Sure, but are they ethically sourced free-range organic lentils?

returning the ring would have been a challenge, since my fiancé left me (and his whole life behind) in a NOTE, stole enough money from his boss to fly across the country, and changed his name, phone, and email. He stuck me with all his things and all our bills. His friends raised money so I could pay for everything.…

He woke up one morning and decided he couldn't do it. I gave back the ring because the stone was a gift from his mother. Months of crazy then followed — he wanted me back, he didn't, I wanted him back, I didn't.

People who fuck with family jewels deserve a special place in hell. That shit is not cool.

Saw this on Etsy last week, as I was browsing to indulge myself in the idea of someday owning an Asscher cut natural blue diamond (I am hilarious!). Aquas are gorgeous and a lovely choice for an engagement ring.

Depending on a break up. If he cheated, I'd swallow the damn thing and shit it out. But i'm the nasty, vindictive kind.

My ring is made out of organically-grown, free-range lentils and the artisans who made it actually paid me to take it off their hands.

Didn't make it to the engagement part (she broke up with me out of nowhere before I had the opportunity to actually propose) so I'm not sure if it counts, but Zales let me return it and the woman who was taking care of it was cool enough to let me hide in the back for a minute when I had a minor breakdown after a…

The engagement ended. What did you do with the ring?