Sometimes when I grill. I don’t clack the tongs together.
Take your fucking socks and sandals and march your ass right out of my open air brick patio, sir.
This one right here, officer. He’s a menace.
You monster! How do you even know if they’re tongy enough?
I can almost forgive some of these others. But I don’t understand how a person, much less a dad, could even begin to commit such an attrocity. The second I don’t click the tongs, tweezers, hell even scissors, you will know that I have been compromised.
You make me sick.
liers anonymous next room
This is genuinely upsetting. How could you
I’ve always wanted to ask someone who is into doing it. Since I’ve got you here, what satisfaction do you derive from posting outright lies and falsehoods on the internet?
The other day my daughter told me she was hungry… All I did was ask what she wanted to eat! I will carry that with me for all my days
“Hi hungry, I’m dad”
I use one of them Husqvarna roombas to do my lawn. It cuts any way it wants ☹️
Same. No shame, as I spend my time working to buy supplies, and then use those supplies to grill
🤢🤮
The one who vomited, did so such that his steaks would be affected
How do you do a pattern? Do you have to adjust the height?
The height, the direction, the updog.
What is “updog”?
Not much. And you?
Dad club confirmed
All is well, thanks.
what does that mean?
Updog is the most magical property of grass, its hard to put into words over the internet.
I’d recommend approaching your friends and asking them “what’s updog”. You should get filled in soon enough.
