That (increasingly common) Moment When you send someone a link to something you think she'll enjoy/find interesting and you get "Yeah, I saw that on Facebook" in return.
TMW after you've been nice enough to clean up after someone's astonishingly piggy self and then everything that can't be found is your responsibility, you threw it away, etc. etc. etc. From now on, I clean the office of the condo and that's it. He wants to be a piggy rooting in his own poop, fine, he can root around in his own poop. If he ever gripes again about needing help cleaning.... Oh, lawdy...
And then I'm washing clothes and he's like "Why are you washing that?", and I'm like "Because it was on the floor", and he's like "But that's all clean", and I'm like "Clean and on the floor is a grammatically incorrect sentence. You cannot put those two things together like that. Try again."
1. This depends on your definition of "clean." 2. William has a point: The floor is clean, because it has been wiped with clothes. 3. Why do you guys wear clothes, anyway? You live in the tropics, where it's too hot. In fact, it could be said that it is so hot that the reason you wear clothes is to cool them off with your own body coolness. You then leave your body-cooled clothes on the floor, where they cool said floor, making the floor more comfortable for your bare feet to walk on. 4. Come to think of it, dogs can be used for the same purpose, as well as lapping up any excess water you may have in your toilets. 5. Under that theory, you should be able to tell how much beer someone drinks by how many dogs they have. The number of dogs is directly proportional to the amount of beer consumed. 6. Because of 4 and 5 above, the more beer you drink, the cleaner your floors are. 7. Therefore, the proper answer to the question, "Why are you washing that?" is "Because we don't drink enough beer." I apologize for the above. I just woke up, have not yet had my morning beer, and my intellectual capacity is limited by the golf tournament on TV.
That moment when a scene is so loaded with feels that you have to take breaks even from just planning it. And it isn't even the worst one.
When I was younger I used to store all my clothes on the floor - I had a clean pile, a worn once pile (for jeans and tops not undies) and a dirty pile ... it saved a massive amount of effort on folding and putting away, but used to drive my mum berserk when she visited. These days I'll generally at least fold and pile the clean stuff on a blanket box, though it often doesn't make it into storage before i wear it again.... i refer to the clean pile as "mount washing tonne - see pic below (in my defence that was a particularly bad week)
Crikey. I don't like folding either, so if it's possible to hang it, it gets hung, and it does get hung. Really the only things that end up in the drawers are shorts, undies, socks, and PJ's. Not to keep hitting on the military topic, but... I took my room's cleanliness very seriously. I ironed the three creases in the backs of my shirt even though in the Air Force doing that was in no way a requirement. After a while, some airmen started coming to me to do their shirts too. I charged $5 a pop.
See this is the thing with the military ... it either imbues you with tidy habits for life (obsessively so) or it makes you go to the other end of the spectrum as a form of rebellion .... i'm clearly in the latter camp , where as I guess you are one of the anal types. (also as an officer although i was expected to be tidy i didn't have to do my own laundry, ironing etc so it didn't imbue me with the skills to be the former anyway )
ahh shit dude I've just read that back I meant Anal retentive as in obsessively tidy, not anything you know homopohobic.....
Hahahaha I read it the way you meant it, but now I have the crazy image of you looking at my bum all John Cleese exaggerated.
telling a gay guy hes 'one of those anal types' is up there with the TMW a few years back where I addressed a group from the British deaf association and opened by saying "can you hear me okay at the back ?"
All you had to do was apologize for misreading "deaf" as "decaf." I guess you hadn't had your coffee yet.
What? Surely petty officer, or leutnant in the waffen SS, probably. See below, I am framed in my pride & glory. Campaign medals incl. Normandy, Aden, Falklands, D Storm, Waterloo v I&II