Also, it's called The Ralph, you heathen.When I am King, all you people living in winter warmth will be dragged off by doomweasels to that Gulag known as Ralph Wilson Stadium.
Also, it's called The Ralph, you heathen.When I am King, all you people living in winter warmth will be dragged off by doomweasels to that Gulag known as Ralph Wilson Stadium.
That reminds me. I now get to tell my daughter that at least she got to go to a Super Bowl parade in her lifetime. All I ever got out of Super Bowls during my childhood was disappointment.Hey!
I'm more curious about your command of doom weasels. Have you cleared this with a certain someone?When I am King, all you people living in winter warmth will be dragged off by doomweasels to that Gulag known as Ralph Wilson Stadium.
Y U do dis?That reminds me. I now get to tell my daughter that at least she got to go to a Super Bowl parade in her lifetime. All I ever got out of Super Bowls during my childhood was disappointment.
Yeah, you can keep your heat stroke, tornados, and bugpacalypse. I suspect you're too humid for swamp coolers, so you pay through the nose to cool your houses and offices 1/2 the year. Heating will always be cheaper than cooling...Eh, don't worry, it's cyclical and balanced... when summer comes around and we're griping about 112 degree heat, all you eskimos can chortle at us from your balmy igloos.
except here where its -10 to -20 for weeks at a time, exponentially about the same for 6 months out of the year.Yeah, you can keep your heat stroke, tornados, and bugpacalypse. I suspect you're too humid for swamp coolers, so you pay through the nose to cool your houses and offices 1/2 the year. Heating will always be cheaper than cooling...
I always say, When it's cold, you can always put on another layer. When it's hot, however, comes a point you literally can't take anything else off.Yeah, you can keep your heat stroke, tornados, and bugpacalypse. I suspect you're too humid for swamp coolers, so you pay through the nose to cool your houses and offices 1/2 the year. Heating will always be cheaper than cooling...
i basically keep our energy bills in check with a combination heat-pump/air conditioner and electric blankets.I always say, When it's cold, you can always put on another layer. When it's hot, however, comes a point you literally can't take anything else off.
Bitch please, you were probably in diapers when this was a thing, or maybe a fetus?Y U do dis?
Half the year? No, there's never a time when the A/C doesn't get run at some point of the day.you pay through the nose to cool your houses and offices 1/2 the year.
When the Giants won in 2012, a friend of mine was working for NYC city hall. I not only got to go the parade, but I got (almost) front row seats for the ceremony with it. If Li'l Z turns out to be a Giants fan, I can say he went too, since I was pregnant at the time.That reminds me. I now get to tell my daughter that at least she got to go to a Super Bowl parade in her lifetime. All I ever got out of Super Bowls during my childhood was disappointment.
Depends which Super Bowl you're talking about.Bitch please, you were probably in diapers when this was a thing, or maybe a fetus?
This sounds like a wager...I continue to be the worst house cleaner of all time. If left to my own devices, I would probably have the dirtiest dwelling here.
Let me ante up by saying that before yesterday I hadn't seen my bedroom floor in a year. My husband attempts to organize some of the chaos in the rest of the house, which is the only reason we can ever let people even enter our house.This sounds like a wager...
Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha.. cuteI continue to be the worst house cleaner of all time. If left to my own devices, I would probably have the dirtiest dwelling here.
Really though, if we had an actual competition, no one would win except reality TV.Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha.. cute
I'm having 3 other forumites over this weekend; the pressure is tangibleReally though, if we had an actual competition, no one would win except reality TV.
My parents will be here in the morning. My mom always asks how I can live this way because no matter how much I clean I live in a state of perpetual clutter. I am tempted to just once say fuck it all and let her see my true squalor....I'm having 3 other forumites over this weekend; the pressure is tangible
I've seen what he posts, you two are just speaking the same language now.Because of my chronic pain, I am used to being on a fair amount of pain meds and they don't usually effect me that much. They only reduce the pain some and that is normal for me. Well, I must not have eaten enough today or something because tonight I feel super stupid on them and they seem to have all gone to my head, because my pain is brutal and it hurts to walk and sit. Poor @HCGLNS is having to have the same conversations with me over and over again.
*pictures @littekagsin cleaning his house in cosplay and starts foaming at the mouth.*So you guys are saying I should open my cleaning business for real?
I much prefer to clean others' houses over my own for some reason. And I love, LOOOVE, to help people pack and move. My house is clean, but there's still stuff everywhere. Nate and I just have so many things: books, art prints, all of Nate's foam builds, video games, a lot of weapons and then all of my cosplay stuff. There's just no room. And we have a small place to begin with.
(If I ever make it out to visit any Halfites, feel free to let me clean if you want it. )
We are desperate for cleaning.So you guys are saying I should open my cleaning business for real?
Aww, I would never judge you! Even if you had moldy food shoved under your bed - that has grown legs and actually lives under there as a sentient being. We've all been there! I have strict rules against judging people.As much as I'd love someone else to clean for me, I'd rather not be judged about the worst of it more.
Hah, that reminds me SO much of my parents. I always thought it was ludicrous how they said we had to clean the house because the cleaning lady was coming tomorrow.As much as I'd love someone else to clean for me, I'd rather not be judged about the worst of it more.