I just don't understand NOT wanting to get into a smooth, made, crisp bed at night. Like. What do you have against comfort!?
I don't know why the security guard didn't just explain it when the fans started yelling at him. "I'M PLAYING WITH MY FLASHLIGHT. LEAVE ME ALONE!" Apparently the woman who posted the video is hysterical. The children. The poor, poor children. She wants to know what the security company is going to do to prevent it from happening again. How do you prepare for such a scenario? Maybe the company will excessively respond and all the employees will have to go through 'how to not wank it in public' training.
Because made up beds are disgusting, filthy, repulsive things. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/4181629.stm
I hope the company does absolutely nothing. I fucking hate the massive overreactions that are put in place to deal with a 1 in a billion event. If anything, I'd give her shit and say, "why the fuck are you posting this and making it go viral!?!? You've now exposed it to more children than that guy ever did!"
I used to have the same philosophy, but over time I began to be more and more irritated when I would walk into the room and see the rumpled bed. Something about making it and seeing it look neat was more soothing to me. Like walking into the kitchen and seeing an empty sink.
I'm okay with some dishes, I'm fine with a house looking lived in, but the whole "hey we just had a raging party and no ones bothered to pick up after" aesthetic makes me angry. It hurts my head.
I love a made bed. Like y'all said, it just looks clean. My excuse for not making it is that my husband wakes up an hour after I do. He doesn't share the same viewpoint as I do. I feel like I'm getting my payback for being a total Grinch this Christmas. I'm sick again...I'm disgusting so I left work early. All I wanted to do was eat and drink my way through another holiday season. You know you're sick when alcohol doesn't sound remotely appealing. Womp womp.
"The children"? That is an NF fucking L game. Eight thousand people, sixty thousand drunk. Bring your children to that and you aren't thinking too much of them. I'll take my daughter to baseball, hockey, basketball but football is too firey and drunk in the stands.
I like a nicely made bed to get into at night. I also do not feel like making a bed unless it has been rightly and completely trashed. If you do it right, well then you better wash the sheets before making the bed. The wife does not share my vision of what a trashed bed is.
On that same note, I give out Christmas cards every year, and this year was no different. I've been making my own and having them printed out for the last few years, but this year they wouldn't print this one... Spoiler The name has been changed to post on this board. In other news, it's day two of my sister's visit, and I haven't strangled her yet. It seems that she got dentures recently (She's 50), but she hasn't really gotten the hang of talking with them yet. This hasn't stopped her from chatting away at a mile a minute, though. She sounds like I did, back when I was constantly ripped on pills, and I'd taken one or three too many, and my tongue couldn't keep up with my brain, resulting in slurred speech. I've been smiling and nodding a lot.
My entire family is at church and I am here by myself with the family dog and a beer...rarely have I been this happy.
Merry Christmas Idiots. I hope 2017 brings good fortune to all who inhabit this piece of the internet.
Holy hell has it been a fucking job and a half getting packed up and ready for the drive/move across the country. It looks like I may actually get to pull out of the driveway tomorrow some time. So yeah, in case I'm too busy driving to say it tomorrow, Merry Christmas everyone.
Since now we are getting sappy, I'll second this. Happy Holidays (I want YOU for the war on Christmas) to a group of people who don't aggravate me all that often.
Merry Christmas. This is our eighth holiday drunk thread. Remember that first one? It was like a Discovery Special on train wrecks. Wasn't that the one that Natty (in a typical drunken haze) angrily posted a link to naked pictures of his sister? That was also when somebody (actually some people) came up with a brilliant running theme for the drunk threads: "Let's post as much porn as humanly possible". Well, the stocking are now hung with care. Cue our hound with the crazy-ass nose going batshit nuts for the smells coming from them. There's a lot of salavating, whimpering and chop-licking coming from the living room. I can hear the goddamn dog licking its goddamn lips from across the house. Then, it paces around the on the hard kitchen floor in frustration. *tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick etc x 1 billion) Because you see, when you have a kid a kid demands that on Christmas EVERY living being in the house gets a stocking full of gifts. That includes the dog and cat, animals who think that kibble is a delicacy.
A sibling jokingly asked me to say the family prayer tonight. I responded (apparently way too loud) "you really gonna ask an atheist to say a prayer? Come on Muhammad!"... and that's when I found out not everyone in the family knew that I was openly against religion. I didn't really think it was something you had to "come out" about. Guess you do. So what's the process for this now? Holiday cards? "Happy New Years you stupid fuckers. I hate your god. XOXO." At least the wife has to feel my pain not drinking now. Really miss those times. Booze was like beer goggles, for conversation.