

My old boss had a dog named “deeohgee”, literally dog spelled out. He also had a daughter named “Katie”, which was him compromising with the mother as he wanted to name her “Ka’idee” (kid spelled out…).


My old boss had a dog named “deeohgee”, literally dog spelled out. He also had a daughter named “Katie”, which was him compromising with the mother as he wanted to name her “Ka’idee” (kid spelled out…).



You absolutely must give out full size candy bars. What happens if Death visits?


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Probably forced to by America and Rubio…


Now I wanna see a table ranking of all the repeatedly used city \ village names.


That is hilarious. I only knew of “Springfield” in Delaware County. I put quotes as I’ve only know it as such, hearing it referred as such from everyone living there.
Seeing three counties that border each other, each have a similarly named Township, i imagine thousands more.
Lol, Pennsylvania has 9 townships named Springfield.. How original.


I don’t see Springfield, Pennsylvania. ahh, because it’s a township? Springfield township
The people at my gym! Half the dudes don’t “believe” in deodorant, half the women smell like a perfume store.
Just yesterday, soon as I got on the treadmill, a young b.o. smelling dude got on my left, and an old lady smelling like perfume got on my right - I lasted 8 minutes before I couldn’t take it and got off.

Philadelphia! Very astute, my friend. Where are you yourself?
I somewhat thought that getting an education, working white collar, social media, and living in Europe the last 6 years that I would have of lost my accent. Hence why I found your comment so interesting!

I am interested in what you assume me accent be, though I’ll give ya some hints and you tell me where I’m from…
My wife teases my pronunciation of butter and water as they come out as “budder” and “wooder”, house roofs as “woofs”, and I call water creeks “cricks”. She also laughs at me when I get angry \ passionate as I become louder and sound like “one of those Italian gangsters from the old bugs Bunny cartoons”. And she’ll repeat back to me, exaggerated, “whaddya talkin about?!” as I seem to ask her that before every debate…

I learned this from my dad… When I was young, we had a plumbing leak on a Sunday night, p-trap was leaking. All places were closed, so he went to a McDonald’s bathroom and stole theirs to replace ours.
20 something years later, my faucet was leaking. It was a discontinued model from a brand owned by home Depot, though they still had the display model up. Remembering what my pa did, I took the display model apart and took what I needed.
Ugh… I grew up during the 80s with absolutely no parental oversight. I was allowed to read and watch whatever I wanted. Ton of slasher and horror movies, though 3 fuuuuuucked me up. Friday the 13th - Jason, Child’s Play - Chucky, and the most impactful being Nightmare on Elm Street - Freddy Krueger.
At a 6 year old sleepover, the host father rented Nightmare on elm Street for a bunch of us little dudes. Half way through the movie, i got up and dressed out of my pajamas and walked home. I had nightmares for years about Freddy, chasing me in our basement around the oil heater. Fucking traumatized…