Dick B. Gay? You sure that's not a joke name like Hugh Jass?
I am paying for it today but it was totally worth it.
he wasn't talking about poopchutes, noodle.
Whores, dude. Whores.
I feel like I'm about to go ballistic over the cleaning in my house. I'm trying not to. Just pushing that shit down, way way down, so I can just die of a heart attack at 43 and earn the sweet release that only death will bring. But some days it's hard bros.
No cleaning, like none. Came home last night, worked 10 hours, fought traffic, dishes are piled up, and I had to make dinner. I just went to bed instead. What the fuck. Woke up, nothing had changed, went to work. Will be heading home shortly, doubt anything has changed.What's the problem? No cleaning?