Random admissions

Respectively disagree. The lingering smell that acts like a lion waiting to pounce on the poor sap who wonders in is one of those special joys.

As a teenager, like clockwork I had to unload right before I got into bed. Brush my teeth, take a dump, get in bed. The best part was the fact my stepbrother always would wait as long as possible before brushing his teeth so he had to walk into the death trap that was the bathroom after I used it. The bathroom was right next to my room so I would lie in bed waiting for the the audible groan. It took him a long time before he finally adjusted his schedule. To this day, as bad as I feel for my wife, I still snicker if she or anyone walks in after I'm done.

 

The more I think about this, the funnier it becomes. So many questions. Why would he yell at you? Did you make the whole place uninhabitable? Was there spillage?

 

Bristol? Is that from ESPN?

 

Yeah, I'd like a telestrator and video review of this incident.

 

Especially when you consider the "wings" are actually cut up chicken breasts or other other boneless parts of the chicken.
I have 3 teenage and pre-teenage sons who all LOVE B-Dubs.

 

Had been cooped up in a vehicle from about Needles to Rancho. Can't remember what I ate the night before, but it came back with a glorious vengeance. The smell was ... unpleasant and seemed to drift toward the food line upon opening the door. Poor design on Jack in the Box's part.

 

I haven't felt myself in weeks.

 

I'm surprised you've waited so long to get your internet fixed

 

I never had children but 5 days ago I became Oma (grandmother). JR is proud as a peacock, it goes without saying.

We've been asked not to share photos online but after our first FaceTime with baby Faye today I can attest that she is the most beautiful baby in the world. You can take my word for it.

 

Updating: We are now over $150, and our unofficial three-man canning crew each just received a $21 dividend from about three weeks of collecting. Sunny weather and college kids = lots of beer cans/bottles, and easy money.

 

We don't work that hard. Other than reaching down to pick up a can/bottle, slightly adjusting our route to incorporate fraternity row, and spending 15 minutes at the grocery store redemption center once a week, it's all been very low-hanging fruit.