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I have one ! O.D.F.W.What about "watched sports on tv without instant replay" or "had an examination from a doctor smoking a cigarette"?
Yup, Being Irish/ Welsh linage, that sounds like something my Dad would do. With my adoptive Mom that raised me being German, she would beat him with the broom.DEFINITION FROM THE BRITISH MEDICAL JOURNAL
There is a medical distinction between “Guts” and “Balls”.
We've heard colleagues referring to people with “Guts”, or with “Balls”. Do they, however, know the difference between them?
Here’s the official distinction; straight from the British Medical Journal: Volume 323; page 295.
GUTS - Is arriving home late, after a night out with the lads, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the “Guts” to ask: “Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?”
BALLS - Is coming home late after a night out with the lads, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the bum and having the “Balls” to say: 'You're next, Chubby.'
WE TRUST THIS CLEARS UP ANY CONFUSION.
MEDICALLY SPEAKING, THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE IN OUTCOME; BOTH ARE FATAL.
I identify as a trash panda (racoon) and go by Rocket!!What’s your sexuality if you’re attracted to men and women, but they’re not attracted to you?
Bi-yourself
I’ve run out of toilet paper, and have started using old newspapers.
The Times are rough.
A SS teacher in HS showed the class mementos she had collected during a trip through Europe that included beer coasters and squares of toilet paper that she had written down the place and date collected. The TP all looked like small squares of cheap quilted or un-quilted paper towels. A couple of years later while in the USAF in 1973 I went on a 30 day 50-50 hitchhike-train trip through Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Germany, and The Netherlands with a HS friend. Like my former teacher I collected coasters and toilet paper in every town we passed through and wrote down the dates and places. My friend thought it was amusing. The TP all looked either like squares of paper towels or kitchen waxed paper. When we were at Frankfurt am Main to fly out he came out of a restroom laughing and said "You've got to go in there!" I went in and the stalls had squares of cut up newsprint. I took a sheet and wrote down the date and place. Very funny indeed.