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Random thoughts

With pliers, as with all things, I never say never.

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I don't understand why people get married if they do have kids. Well that's disingenuous - I understand. I just think differently.



I totally understand why people have kids. I could right a book-length thesis on it. There are many reasons. Some are fair, some are horrible.

It's not for me at all but I get it.


Judger...always judging....always...shes stupid. ..she ain't as pretty as people think...judge judge judge.
 
Generally speaking, when I pick up the phone to check for new voicemail - and I click the button and it is either going to be a continuous dialtone or an intermittent one - and I get continuous - i.e. no new voicemail ---> I am happy.

I don't believe it has always been thus, but that is my clear preference these days: no new voicemail.
 
My toilet is experiencing Big Poop Syndrome right now. I had a very sizable dump earlier and now it doesn't want to flush properly. Sometimes you just wait patiently and whatever is clogging it will get softened up and broken down by the water and then one time you push the old handle ---> sploosh, way we go.

I think we will need a plunge this time though.

Big Poop Syndrome.

BPS, they call it.
 
Speaking of poop, taking an innocent one this weekend and decide to turn on some sports radio on my phone with my iheartradio app (which I thoroughly recommend). Well it's ad driven and the ad to start it up was for designer pillows and next thing I know I have a designer pillow ad playing with a Cami looking at me going "what the fuck?" yeah though didn't expect the pillow ad, or being watched, or being questioned trying to take a dump and listen to sports radio.

So that happened.
 
I wasn't watching you. I heard you listening to something about designer pillows! and simply popped my head in the door way and said, wtf. then left. You make it sound like I am standing there spectating as you shit. NO THANKS, NASTY.