And speaking of crap, I have a little TMI-licious story to share.
Joe: Home from work, walks in front door, as I'm walking away from front door.
k8: Hi, I have to poop and then take a shower, do you need me for anything first?
Joe: What? No?
k8: In bathroom with door closed and shower running. Pooping.
Joe: Opening door slowly. Oh, I do need to pee before you get a sho...
Joe: Ewwwww I heard it! What the fuck! Why didn't you tell me you were pooping! *dies a little*
This is what I live with. The man doesn't hear a single word I say to him ever, and then when he has to deal with the repercussions of not
So I wanna get him some of those TV Ears for old people and keep it on Volume 11 so he won't have a choice but to hear what I say to him! Or maybe they could come up with an anti-selective-hearing For Married Men edition that absorbs and interprets every word I say that he misses (all of them) and shoots instructive electrode shocks into his brain through his ears so he can't say he didn't hear me when I told him we're going to my mother's for dinner this weekend. Yup. Get working on that TV Ears!