Things you wish you could say

My brother was the same way. Screw sh!t up to get out of doing it. We got in a fist fight once after for more then the second time he purposely mowed over something to ruin a push mower.
My mother had to buy those things. I think I'm still mad about it. I may sucker punch him next time I see him.
Make him pay her back for it. Hit him in the checkbook, not the nose.
 
It's like saying your dog that is part schnauzer and part poodle is a Schnoodle. Yeah, it's a mutt. But calling it a Schnoodle reflects how you feel about him, your pride in him. He's more than just a mutt to you. Or your Cocker Spaniel/ poodle a Cockapoo and so on. So yeah, I know my birds are technically mutts and so do you. So why do you care what I call them?
Cockapoo is a suitable name for a pooping cockatoo.
 
My brother was the same way. Screw sh!t up to get out of doing it. We got in a fist fight once after for more then the second time he purposely mowed over something to ruin a push mower.
My mother had to buy those things. I think I'm still mad about it. I may sucker punch him next time I see him.
If he asks for coffee give him pepper water instead of coffee bean water.
 
If he asks for coffee give him pepper water instead of coffee bean water.
Why would he ask me for coffee or even if he did why would he expect me to oblige? We're both grown *$$ men. We get our own coffee.
Make him pay her back for it. Hit him in the checkbook, not the nose.
He's in the same location as her and she has now given up driving so he's become her chauffeur. I feel a little Driving Miss Daisy may be the start to his paybacks from his youth.
 
Been wanting to say this in public since forever....


There is no such breed as Easter Eggers... they are 100% mutts!.... just admit it and say you have mutts!
I do all the time! I call my chooks barnyard mutts that lay blue, green and pink eggs 😊
 
Maybe he just didn't see well, @The Moonshiner . I used to get accused of doing household chores badly so I wouldn't have to do them, and my siblings would run me out of the house and do them instead. Turns out I was practically legally blind, that's why I was so incompetent.
Oh no, he was an ahole. Once when we were pretty young someone in our family gave us two puppies. One his, one mine. We had a large fenced in backyard. Really our only must do thing with them were to take turns feeding them and making sure they had water. We fought because he wouldn't take his days. Then one day he turned them loose trying to get them to run away.
 

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