Things you have an irrational hatred of

[Ello Sailor]

Probably flush it.

[E.H. Ruddock]

My wife tossing her used paper napkin(s) onto her plate after a meal.

Can you elaborate? This seems like something most people do unless I'm misunderstanding

I think he’s saying that the paper napkin ends up staying on the plate and then gets to the sink where it gets wet and soggy and whoever has to clean the dishes has to deal with a gross wet paper napkin

[lennytheweedwhacker]

spike?

[E.H. Ruddock]

He left for Australia

[E.H. Ruddock]

People who put their wipers on high speed no matter how light the rain is

[BurtReynolds]

no grills on Teslas. Don't just leave it blank!

[dad]

People who put their wipers on high speed no matter how light the rain is

it is very distracting.

[bodysnatcher]

wow spike really went out on a low point

[Ello Sailor]

Spike will return as a regular down-under thread poster. And you'll all be jealous of him. You just won't admit it.

[dad]

we'll see.

[bodysnatcher]

spike is going to get eaten by python within 2 weeks

[B]

He left for Australia

I'm pretty sure they have RM in Australia.

[BurtReynolds]

RIP Spike

[spike]

My wife tossing her used paper napkin(s) onto her plate after a meal.

Can you elaborate? This seems like something most people do unless I'm misunderstanding

I think he’s saying that the paper napkin ends up staying on the plate and then gets to the sink where it gets wet and soggy and whoever has to clean the dishes has to deal with a gross wet paper napkin

More so you go to wash the dish and the napkin’s stuck to the plate via a sauce or whatever. Toss he napkin in the way to the sink.

[bart]

Oh so she leaves it on the plate when she puts the plate in the sink. Yeah that is a rational hatred

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[dad]

maybe spike isn't moving to Australia. perhaps he's returning his wife.

[Higgs]

Oh! Napkin in the sink is gross and lazy. On the plate after dinner though, gets scraped into the bin with all the other gunk then off for a rinse in the sink. That's how we do it.

[B]

maybe spike isn't moving to Australia. perhaps he's returning his wife.

Nah, spike's lucky to breathe her air.

[Higgs]

I hear she's Australian hornbag royalty.