Things you have an irrational hatred of

[BurtReynolds]

what car was it? I hope it was a piece of shit.

[spike]

He was on Seinfeld's show? That's awful. That makes me think less of Seinfeld.

I think it was a two parter even.

It was. Didn’t they go jet-skiing?

Jerry rented a little two man boat and they took that out for a spin.

It was weird seeing Jerry in swim shorts. Or shorts period.

[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.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Unless I’m the first one to use it I’m not using any hand towel at a party. I’ll go out and grab a paper towel

[E.H. Ruddock]

Also, trag, i picture this just ruining the whole party for you if there is no towel. Am i correct?

[bart]

hand towels are disgusting

[E.H. Ruddock]

It’s the same concept as my grandfather offering me his used handkerchief if i needed to blow my nose

[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.

[96583UP]

instead of a hand towel, and replacing it in 2 hours in like a maid, you should get a stack of those fancy-grade paper hand towels. so people can use them and toss them. and you don't have to replace hand towels in your bathroom after 2 hours like a maid.

[96583UP]

PS I love maids

[daft twat]

It’s the same concept as my grandfather offering me his used handkerchief if i needed to blow my nose

It is nothing like that. wtf?

[E.H. Ruddock]

It’s the same concept as my grandfather offering me his used handkerchief if i needed to blow my nose

It is nothing like that. wtf?

Is essentially in a public restroom if it’sa party. Half of the people using it are probably dudes who dribbled piss on their hand’s and didn’t wash but wiped their hands on it. Others are people who probably took a shit and rinsed their hands but didn’t use soap. So yeah you’re right it isn’t like the handkerchief. It’s worse

[E.H. Ruddock]

The term “saucy nuggs” on Wendy’s commercials

[Ello Sailor]

The term “saucy nuggs” on Wendy’s commercials

'murican fast food commercials in general. What's the one that's like "YOU RULE!"?

Cringe madness.

[Higgs]

It’s the same concept as my grandfather offering me his used handkerchief if i needed to blow my nose

It is nothing like that. wtf?

Is essentially in a public restroom if it’sa party. Half of the people using it are probably dudes who dribbled piss on their hand’s and didn’t wash but wiped their hands on it. Others are people who probably took a shit and rinsed their hands but didn’t use soap. So yeah you’re right it isn’t like the handkerchief. It’s worse

My office is one of 6 subdivided in a larger space. I'm positive the hand towel in the communal bathroom has only been changed once since I took up the rental.

I keep my own towel in my own office for this purpose.

Fucking gross. The worst thing is one of the other tenants actually does the cleaning for the whole place. No idea if they have some sort of side deal trade off with the landlord (who also uses one of the offices there).

I can't be bothered complaining, I tend to just keep things clean myself. And keep my own towel in my office.

[doug rr]

it could be both love or hatred but watching your door dash person on the app not being able to find your apartment and just driving around lost

[spike]

it could be both love or hatred but watching your door dash person on the app not being able to find your apartment and just driving around lost

Text them with instructions that you’ll go down and wave them down.

[wease]

The term “saucy nuggs” on Wendy’s commercials

At least they acknowledge they’re nuggets and don’t call them “boneless wings.”

[daft twat]

It’s the same concept as my grandfather offering me his used handkerchief if i needed to blow my nose

It is nothing like that. wtf?

Is essentially in a public restroom if it’sa party. Half of the people using it are probably dudes who dribbled piss on their hand’s and didn’t wash but wiped their hands on it. Others are people who probably took a shit and rinsed their hands but didn’t use soap. So yeah you’re right it isn’t like the handkerchief. It’s worse

Who the fuck dribbles piss on their hands? I’ve pissed on my hands exactly zero times in almost half a century. The shitting and soapless rinsing is a legit concern, tho.

[Bammer]

I like to consider myself a thoughtful and gracious host, but I have never switched up the hand towel 2 hours in.