What a bunch of whiney little babies You can't please everybody, end of story Who cares? Get over it.
Merry Christmas to all! And all I want from Santa is a kick ass calendar with 12 months of Buick’s AND Hot chicks in bikinis posing with em
I’ve reached the point that I say what I think instead of what others want to hear. It sure is liberating. And farts are blamed on my creaky recliner.
My doberman is the worst offender in our house by miles. But his brand is very.... "distinctive" (<----get it?!) so there's never any doubt when he's guilty.
I was at my friends shop once giving him a hand installing a trans on his lift. As we're trying to get the trans in, I let one loose. it was an SBD. I knew it was gonna be really bad. My poor friend was gagging but he couldn't escape otherwise the trans would fall. I was laughing so hard. It didn't effect me as your immune to your own brand. Funny stuff
A story a fellow painter told me, he was at work, and one of the other painters was in the booth painting wearing a fresh air hood, a bodyman farted in the air intake while the rest of the shop stood and waited to see the painters reaction in the booth