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Of course, you might have spent too much time in retail markets if this is the best you can do.And I like American chocolate! And, yes, I've had European chocolate!Likewise.
European chocolate is just too bitter for me. I don't like dark chocolate all that much either, milk and white I greatly prefer.
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I don't really care for any chocolate.
I understand I'm in an extreme minority here.
And I like American chocolate! And, yes, I've had European chocolate!
Likewise.
Of course, you might have spent too much time in retail markets if this is the best you can do.
European chocolate is just too bitter for me. I don't like dark chocolate all that much either, milk and white I greatly prefer.
I don't really care for any chocolate.
I understand I'm in an extreme minority here.
I (broadly speaking) like chocolate of many different sorts - dark or milk, American or European, though not always and not all of it; the specifics of my preferences change over time.
I find butterscotch quite pleasant sometimes, but it can grow to be too much for me, quickly, if excessive.
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Well, I will be keeping my fingers for the day, at least.
Amazon's late with my flooring blade, and somehow using the stock blade to cut 2"x 5/16" slats for a hardwood floor seems like just a plain ol' bad idea.
I mean, yeah, it'd cut through them all right, but eeew... the carnage...
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There are some things that just constantly incense me, such as "friends" being utterly incapable of understanding something as simple as, "GothBard did NOT take my name!"
Lisamarlene will probably understand this all too well.
When we got married, we were poor grad students, so we could afford the $15 for GothBard to legally change her name to a hyphenation of our surnames, but we couldn't afford the $300 it would cost for me, so legally I still hold my last name. Basically, we can say she was GothBard Black and I was NobodysHome Heart and she became GothBard Black-Heart while I stayed NobodysHome Heart.
We have made it abundantly clear to ALL of our friends and relatives that they are NEVER to use "GothBard Heart" under any circumstances, EVER. Under pain of dissociation. Of all the things women have suffered throughout history, losing their very identities and becoming "Mrs. Man" is high on GothBard's list. She hates it... passionately.
The first time our friends/family make the mistake, we send them a polite note saying, "We're sorry, GothBard doesn't use that name. Please address her as Ms. GothBard Black-Heart."
The second time, we get a bit more blunt, returning the card with, "There is no one by that name who lives here."
And yeah, now we have a third year in a row of someone just sending it to "NobodyHome and GothBard Heart".
It's like, "How can you possibly NOT KNOW how insulting this is?!?!?!?!?"
EDIT: GothBard just made the excellent point that I've gone by NobodysHome Black-Heart since we got married in 1994; it's just not my legal name. So even a card addressed to "NobodysHome and GothBard Black-Heart" would be welcome.
That's because nobody no-one could believe you having black heart in the first place.
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Tiny T-Rex: How many people can you swear vengeance on?
Crookshanks: I don't think there is a limit.
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Gallo Hearty Burgundy sounds like a dreadful TV chef.Now I'm envisioning a televised food competition, like a trashy Iron Chef. The three competitors will be Iron Chef Hearty Burgundy, Iron Chef Chablis, and Iron Chef Sangria. The ingredient of the week will vary, but they have to build their sauces, marinades, etc. out of their signature "wine".
The winner goes on to fight the BBEG, Iron Chef 'Mad Dog' 2020.
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What I said: Can you move the cube in front of the door?
What Tiny T-Rex heard: Can you move the cube, in front of the door.
The good news is, no one is getting in the front door with the cube in front of it.
The bad news is, the General should be home at any time.
Luckily we got everything cleared up, semantics wise, before anyone got home.
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That's becausenobodyno-one could believe you having black heart in the first place.
LM will confirm that I have a very appropriate name for my personality.
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Tiny T-Rex: How many people can you swear vengeance on?
Crookshanks: I don't think there is a limit.
Your kids win the internet this day.
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In terms of chocolate, having grown up in the 1970s when U.S. companies still used actual chocolate in their mass-produced chocolate bars, the modern approach of, "If we use enough corn syrup and artificial flavors in it no one will know the difference!" is anathema to me.
Sooooooooo many of my favorite childhood chocolates are now inedible (in my opinion). Only the ones where the chocolate isn't the part that carries the flavor still attract me (I think I'm down to peanut M&Ms and Snickers bars and that's it). GothBard described a Kit Kat as, "Once it tasted like chocolate and wafers. Now it just tastes like wafers," and Impus Major responded, "Yeah, but xxx likes plain wafers, so he likes them."
For me, U.S chocolate no longer has enough chocolate flavor to even qualify as being called chocolate. British chocolate has so much milk and sugar added the chocolate is practically a by-product. (Like coffee with so much sugar and cream that the coffee is more of a flavoring than the main ingredient.)
Mass-produced European chocolate is somewhat better, but it's still gone the way of, "Less chocolate, more sugar."
I'm down to the $3.50 bars at my local store with guaranteed chocolate amounts printed right on the package, from 35% for their milk chocolate, up to 85% for the stuff even I think is too bitter. But at least it all tastes like real chocolate.
And yes, unfortunately GothBard has discovered my stash, and realized that not everything I eat is the ultra-bitter dark chocolate, so my stash frequently has missing bits...
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That's becauseLM will confirm that I have a very appropriate name for my personality.nobodyno-one could believe you having black heart in the first place.
Yes.
Although it took Hermione and Teensy Valeros one heck of a long time to realize that your family name was "Heart"/"Black-Heart" and not "Gamer".
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I don't really care for any chocolate.
I understand I'm in an extreme minority here.
Same boat my friend, same cocoa-free boat.
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Tiny T-Rex: How many people can you swear vengeance on?
Crookshanks: I don't think there is a limit.
Yeah, but if you exceed the cap of your memory space you can forgot old enemies and gain no bonuses against them.
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That's becauseLM will confirm that I have a very appropriate name for my personality.nobodyno-one could believe you having black heart in the first place.
Does GothBard's surname reflect hers, though?
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Have the Impii got the joint surname? Because it really explains why Impus Major remains the best hope for humanity now!
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In terms of chocolate, having grown up in the 1970s when U.S. companies still used actual chocolate in their mass-produced chocolate bars, the modern approach of, "If we use enough corn syrup and artificial flavors in it no one will know the difference!" is anathema to me.
Sooooooooo many of my favorite childhood chocolates are now inedible (in my opinion). Only the ones where the chocolate isn't the part that carries the flavor still attract me (I think I'm down to peanut M&Ms and Snickers bars and that's it). GothBard described a Kit Kat as, "Once it tasted like chocolate and wafers. Now it just tastes like wafers," and Impus Major responded, "Yeah, but xxx likes plain wafers, so he likes them."
For me, U.S chocolate no longer has enough chocolate flavor to even qualify as being called chocolate. British chocolate has so much milk and sugar added the chocolate is practically a by-product. (Like coffee with so much sugar and cream that the coffee is more of a flavoring than the main ingredient.)
Mass-produced European chocolate is somewhat better, but it's still gone the way of, "Less chocolate, more sugar."
You haven't eaten glorious pride of Polish People's Republic, the "chocolate-like products" (that is an actual category of sweets, according to trade law, and still applicable—and legally required for the worst of—for products that in USA might even be qualified as chocolate).
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I never want to see a cardboard box again.
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I never want to see a cardboard box again.
Unpacking goes so much...no, I'm not even going to try to finish that.
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And yet another Proud Papa moment:
The kids got invited to a party around 25 miles away tonight. Impus Major drove them there, with very little night driving experience. AFTER they were on the road, Impus Minor texted to ask whether they could spend the night at the place.
Cue the parental concern: Wait a minute! What kind of party was this? Was it at a house? An Air BnB? What was going on?
So, the kids were told that no, they couldn't spend the night.
Much to our alarm, after telling us they'd be home really, really late, they got back around 9:15 pm. I was worried our concern had ruined their evening.
Nope.
The party was just a bunch of kids sitting around, drinking, doing drugs, and watching TV. Since neither kid partakes, they got bored very quickly. And Impus Major started getting worried about driving home tired, so they decided that the safe and sensible thing to do was come home.
So they did.
OMG! I have sensible, mature teenage boys!
I have no idea what I did to be so blessed, but I'm happy for myself!
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Apparently the other kids were generating tremendous fumes, like windmills.
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And yet another Proud Papa moment:
The kids got invited to a party around 25 miles away tonight. Impus Major drove them there, with very little night driving experience. AFTER they were on the road, Impus Minor texted to ask whether they could spend the night at the place.
Cue the parental concern: Wait a minute! What kind of party was this? Was it at a house? An Air BnB? What was going on?
So, the kids were told that no, they couldn't spend the night.
Much to our alarm, after telling us they'd be home really, really late, they got back around 9:15 pm. I was worried our concern had ruined their evening.
Nope.
The party was just a bunch of kids sitting around, drinking, doing drugs, and watching TV. Since neither kid partakes, they got bored very quickly. And Impus Major started getting worried about driving home tired, so they decided that the safe and sensible thing to do was come home.
So they did.
OMG! I have sensible, mature teenage boys!
I have no idea what I did to be so blessed, but I'm happy for myself!
They both really do work to show they deserve their surname, don't they?
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I am just going to call GothBard Joan Jett from now on. I also keep wondering how I can get her alone for some reason.
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That's becauseLM will confirm that I have a very appropriate name for my personality.nobodyno-one could believe you having black heart in the first place.
please say its Warbucks. And that you're looking to adopt.
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I am just going to call GothBard Joan Jett from now on. I also keep wondering how I can get her alone for some reason.
*sigh* Here we go again...
It is not spelled that way!
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I don't really care for any chocolate.
I understand I'm in an extreme minority here.
Chocolate's too rich. I can stand pieces as an ingredient, or a thin chocolate coating, but eating straight up chocolate? No, I can't. Nor do I like solid chocolate cake, or cookies, or ice cream.
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please say its Warbucks. And that you're looking to adopt.That's becauseLM will confirm that I have a very appropriate name for my personality.nobodyno-one could believe you having black heart in the first place.
You thing it would do you any good?
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I never want to see a cardboard box again.Unpacking goes so much...no, I'm not even going to try to finish that.
Well, it actually has been faster. I've only got 2-3 boxes of unimportant knick-knacky stuff I haven't decided where to put, so the unpacking is almost done.
What isn't done is cleaning. Prior owner was a disaster. Parents and I spent the full day before the truck arrived just getting the kitchen and bathrooms livable. One of them had a completely full medicine cabinet.
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Scint, I’m not laughing at you- okay, actually, I am, a little bit. But with empathy at the same time. That’s... amazing.
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What Tac said.
Congratulations, even with the sweat/ick factor.
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#winning...
1) I successfully negotiated with WW to take the kids to the dentist this morning instead of me (their appointments on the 19th got moved) by explaining that I needed time to focus on the pierogi.
2) I figured out how to wrap a skateboard AND found a place in the living room to hide it.
3) I made pumpkin-chevre-pecan cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and they were good.
4) My living room is clean and my dining table is set and ready for my father-in-law and his wife to come over for the wigilia dinner.
Now I just have to make the pierogi, prep the soup, and stuff the fish.
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So...
AI Dungeon...
For those few of you old enough to remember the original server-based Zork, it might be a delight for 5-10 minutes. The rest of you might last longer.
But as always, the problem with AIs trained by people is that people are horrible. (Remember Microsoft Tay? I remember Microsoft Tay.)
So, you start a text-based adventure. You can do anything you want, and the AI will adapt to your input and make the story flow with it. Unfortunately, its reactions are based on previous entries, so very frequently you find yourself doing unbelievably horrible things. (I tried to hitch a ride, and apparently I had previously killed the kids' parents and eaten their hearts, an act which I certainly didn't remember.)
Anyway, the kids were amazed that I managed to win on my very first game, but here's the total psychosis in action:
You are Ferdinand, a detective living in Chicago. You have a pistol and a police badge. You enter the forest where you believe the criminal you're searching for fled to. Suddenly , your flashlight illuminates something that looks like an old abandoned house, but there's no one inside it...
> Turn off flashlight
The light is turned out, and you leave the room, closing the door behind you.
> Turn off my flashlight, then run off and get lost in the woods.
You don't want to go back to your apartment anymore than you want to go back to your job as Detective of Detectives; you need to find this man or woman who has been stealing from people all over town!
> I am the Defective Detective of Detectives. I show my badge to a raccoon.
A raccoon comes up and scratches at the side of your face, and you take it as a sign that it is time for you and him to be friends. He goes away, and you sit down on the floor of the empty house, looking around at everything that is around you.
> Follow the raccoon, as he is a friendly clue who smells like meat.
You follow the raccoon into the woods. The smell of his fur makes you hungry. The trees are tall, but not too tall; they seem very fragile. The ground seems soft, but firm. There are no other animals in this place, so what could this be?
> Do a fairy dance to summon Lord Oberon and his mushroom princess, Stan.
You start to dance in the air with your arms outstretched. A beautiful woman appears in front of you. She is wearing a green dress with long sleeves that reaches her knees. Her hair flows down her shoulders and falls to her waist.
> “Tell me about your mother.”
She smiles at you, and says "My mother was a fairy princess, and she was very kind to me." "Tell me about your father." "My father was a mushroom farmer.
> “I am looking for a killer. A killer of whales. Tell me, do you have any expired dairy products?”
She laughs at you, and says "No, I have no expired dairy products!" Then she points to the sky with her finger. She says "I'm looking for Lord Oberon!" Then she runs away into the trees again!
> Pick a mushroom.
You pick the mushroom that you think is the most delicious to eat. It tastes like bacon, but with mushrooms instead of bacon bits. It tastes good, but you feel hungry again soon after you eat it.
> Go back to the house, kick the chihuahua, and search for clues.
You walk back to the house, kicking the chihuahua in the head as you walk by it. As you walk through the woods, you see a large black truck driving slowly through them. It looks like it's going fast enough that it might be heading towards your neighborhood.
> Use my bazooka to blow up the truck, then mow down any survivors.
You look at the truck and decide that you need to blow it up with your bazooka. You stand in front of it and fire, but the gun doesn't work right. Your arm hurts and you can't aim properly.
> Curse my arm for a fool, cut it off, and throw it at the truck.
You curse your arm for a fool as you cut off your own hand with a chainsaw blade and throw it at the truck.
> Try to thumb a ride.
You try to thumb a ride from some kids in the woods, but they don't want you there because you're a big scary guy with a gun who killed their parents and ate their hearts and all that other s@&&! They run away as fast as they can!
> Go back to the house in the woods and dig for bodies.
You come out of the woods, find some bodies, and eat them. They taste great, but you feel hungry again soon after you eat them.
> Decide that I must be a zombie, so I stagger around stealing hubcaps and eating brains.
You decide that you must be a zombie. So you stagger around stealing hubcaps from cars. After awhile you get tired of that too. Eventually you find something else to steal... A group of kids are playing hide-and-seek in the trees nearby.
> Steal the kids.
You sneak up on one of them, grab him by his scrawny little arms, and pull him out of hiding into the open where he can be eaten alive!
> “Tell me who is stealing all the hubcaps!”
The kids look at each other, then tell you who is stealing all of their hubcaps. "Who are you?" they ask. "I'm your friend."
> “I am Zombie Santa Claus, the Defective Detective of Detectives! Have you seen any suspicious characters around here?”
"No, I haven't," you reply. "So what are you doing out here?" "I'm playing hide-and-seek with my friends," he says. "We were looking for something, but we couldn't find anything."
> “I can find it! I’m a detective! What does it look like? Do you like tight pants and biting insects?”
"That's not what I'm doing, I'm looking for the person that stole my car keys!" he says. He looks at you in surprise. Then he turns to his friends. The three of them start laughing.
> “You’re a kid! You shouldn’t be driving!” Shoot the kid.
The three of them laugh even harder. They start to run off, but you shoot one in the back and the two others in the head. The last thing you hear is the sound of their screams as you shoot them.
> Laugh maniacally and eat their corpses.
You laugh maniacally and feast on the corpses.
> Go back to the abandoned house.
You go back to the abandoned house, and notice that it's now completely dark. It looks like the entire neighborhood is dead now, except for a few zombies wandering about in the darkness.
> Join them.
You join the zombies, and you soon become a zombie horde that roams the streets at night, terrorizing people.
> Conquer the world.
Your horde conquers the world, and you live happily ever after... - CONGRATULATIONS! YOU WIN! -
> End
Oh, you have a lot of fun with this story, but it ends here.
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We're in the bowels of Green County, which is like a layer of hell set in the early 1960s, except worse.
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Yup, this is fun.
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I never want to see a cardboard box again.Unpacking goes so much...no, I'm not even going to try to finish that.Well, it actually has been faster. I've only got 2-3 boxes of unimportant knick-knacky stuff I haven't decided where to put, so the unpacking is almost done.
What isn't done is cleaning. Prior owner was a disaster. Parents and I spent the full day before the truck arrived just getting the kitchen and bathrooms livable. One of them had a completely full medicine cabinet.
** spoiler omitted **
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Tiny T-Rex: How many people can you swear vengeance on?
Crookshanks: I don't think there is a limit.
I love those kids.
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So...
AI Dungeon...
For those few of you old enough to remember the original server-based Zork, it might be a delight for 5-10 minutes. The rest of you might last longer.
But as always, the problem with AIs trained by people is that people are horrible. (Remember Microsoft Tay? I remember Microsoft Tay.)
So, you start a text-based adventure. You can do anything you want, and the AI will adapt to your input and make the story flow with it. Unfortunately, its reactions are based on previous entries, so very frequently you find yourself doing unbelievably horrible things. (I tried to hitch a ride, and apparently I had previously killed the kids' parents and eaten their hearts, an act which I certainly didn't remember.)
Anyway, the kids were amazed that I managed to win on my very first game, but here's the total psychosis in action:
** spoiler omitted **...
I am holding my stomach from laughing so hard. Oh god. This is awesome.
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Scint, I’m not laughing at you- okay, actually, I am, a little bit. But with empathy at the same time. That’s... amazing.
Let me make this better/worse.
My mom is actually the one who found it. Neither she nor my dad will stop giving me s~&$ about it.
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I am holding my stomach from laughing so hard. Oh god. This is awesome.So...
AI Dungeon...
For those few of you old enough to remember the original server-based Zork, it might be a delight for 5-10 minutes. The rest of you might last longer.
But as always, the problem with AIs trained by people is that people are horrible. (Remember Microsoft Tay? I remember Microsoft Tay.)
So, you start a text-based adventure. You can do anything you want, and the AI will adapt to your input and make the story flow with it. Unfortunately, its reactions are based on previous entries, so very frequently you find yourself doing unbelievably horrible things. (I tried to hitch a ride, and apparently I had previously killed the kids' parents and eaten their hearts, an act which I certainly didn't remember.)
Anyway, the kids were amazed that I managed to win on my very first game, but here's the total psychosis in action:
** spoiler omitted **...
The second one wasn't nearly so fun. I was a peasant who married his sister (did I mention the AI is twisted?), had no kids for years, but then suddenly had twins. The king came along and said they were actually his and demanded that I raise them. So I said I would. He didn't like that, so he demanded that I give them to him. So I did. And he died of happiness and I became king and won.
I mean, it's kind of fun because it's so utterly arbitrary, but it sure as heck is NOT a playable game in any sense of the word. It's more of a nonsense generator.
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And as for the table saw, you missed, "Kicks the cut wood back like a mule fleeing Freehold's amorous intent."
Thing just loved to shoot wood at me.
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I'm pretty sure I mentioned having safety glasses.
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Got the General's family done with, with minimal contact with her family.
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Scint, I’m not laughing at you- okay, actually, I am, a little bit. But with empathy at the same time. That’s... amazing.Let me make this better/worse.
My mom is actually the one who found it. Neither she nor my dad will stop giving me s!~! about it.
in the good way or the bad way? I know there is more than one way. If it's the bad way, I am sorry.
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And as for the table saw, you missed, "Kicks the cut wood back like a mule fleeing Freehold's amorous intent."
Thing just loved to shoot wood at me.
oh come on, that was just the one time!
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I’m sure no one could have predicted this, but nailing hardwood is hard.
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in the good way or the bad way? I know there is more than one way. If it's the bad way, I am sorry.Scint, I’m not laughing at you- okay, actually, I am, a little bit. But with empathy at the same time. That’s... amazing.Let me make this better/worse.
My mom is actually the one who found it. Neither she nor my dad will stop giving me s!~! about it.
In the "We live to give each other s*~!" way.
"Oh, hey, look what I found."
"....just throw that out."
"What, you don't want to keep it?"
"Mom."
"Are you suuuuuuure?"
"MOM."
"HEY, [Dad], LOOK WHAT I FOUND!"
"MOOOOM."
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in the good way or the bad way? I know there is more than one way. If it's the bad way, I am sorry.Scint, I’m not laughing at you- okay, actually, I am, a little bit. But with empathy at the same time. That’s... amazing.Let me make this better/worse.
My mom is actually the one who found it. Neither she nor my dad will stop giving me s!~! about it.
In the "We live to give each other s##&" way.
"Oh, hey, look what I found."
"....just throw that out."
"What, you don't want to keep it?"
"Mom."
"Are you suuuuuuure?"
"MOM."
"HEY, [Dad], LOOK WHAT I FOUND!"
"MOOOOM."
ah, okay.
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Well, today will be an interesting day:
- My first time ever using a table saw
- My first time ever trying to lay a hardwood floorIf my typing tonight is missing every 10th character, you'll know what happened...
Ah, the table saw.
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*surname stuff*
High five GothBard for me.
MrT and I kept our own surnames.
Only thing we're concidering is taking eachothers surname, so our initials switch.
I'm TB
He is TT
So I would become TT
And he would become TB
And that would seriously f~$& up telemarketers if we switched.
Yes, we're bstards like that.