Y’know yer in the end zone or in the home stretch of life when the kid moves out, and the wife decides you need separate washrooms. I’m not allowed to use the big one up stairs. I don’t get it; it’s not like I have unsanitary marksmanship problems, I clean the chitters in this house and keep ‘em sparkling… but the wife is adamant. Surely I can’t be that smelly…? My niglet pup often follows me into the crapper and waits patiently while I do my business. If I truly stunk - I’d know about it!
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When we were kids we’d rented this town house where the crapper had two sinks - his n’ hers. I’d get up to go to work in the morn, and I’d see my gal bent over the sink brushing her teeth or looking in the mirror doing het make up…and be totally oblivious to my perving out and admiring the lines, so to speak.
Separate washrooms! I may as well crap off a log in the forest!
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I thought you DID crap off a log in the forest, occasionally, for the aesthetics 'n sheeeit...
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DeleteUp your ass, Mike! I lay my heart out, looking for emotional support and sympathy… and all the tards do is make fun of me!!!😭
I thought second you had a log installed in your abode for indoor plumbing? Next it will be separate bedrooms, as sure as shit is brown(pun extended) that will be next. I know...
ReplyDeleteI could take separate beds but she has to take the dawg…😂
DeleteWhen you've done your level best to avoid violence in any form, and it keeps blindsiding you... When you've taken paranoid precaution to avoid it, and it keeps happening... it tends to make you go alittle over the top. If after decades of insane paranoia, you've finally achieved a degree of durable peace, it's hard to let go of that.
ReplyDeleteSome women have issues with urinary tract infections or the like, and have gone to extremes to avoid the issue, but nothing is extreme *enough* to stop it from recurring.... and it will kill you one day, when the meds become unobtainium.