My second favorite sandwich place, the front door is by the counter and the back door (by the parking lot, behind the place) is behind bathrooms, on the other side of the dining hall. They have both open though. Their city planner, they have no fucking clue what to do with downtown despite everyone there wanting it to be walkable. I’m pretty sure there’s significant grift going on. They install stoplights then take them out on the main drag downtown every five years and that’s where they are.

Butt mogged the zoomer am I doing this right

Oh my gosh Brenda you can’t just tweep donkle

i flush and while the flush is going i rinse the bowl to get any stains that i couldn’t pee off, so as to not have to scrub as often. all you have to do is attach a T-joint to the water line coming to the toilet, assuming it’s not those damn 7/8" fill valves (my ACE doesn’t have 7/8" T-joints). then when you move out, plug the line you remove.

thanks for your patience, i had to look it up some jargon because i wasn’t sure. it’s a niagara flapperless toilet. tip-bucket style. rather than have a full tank all the time, there’s a bucket of full water sitting 2/3 up the tank. you turn the handle, it dumps the the bucket. the flapper gets removed. saves a shitton of water. the force of the bucket of water moves the turds. I was pleasantly surprised it actually works.

You know what they say about British people. Got British feet, gonna have British beans.

It’s an internal mechanism in the toilet. Fix the damn thing yourself.

Buy a bum hose, rinse it down you philistine. It’s 8 bucks and a solved problem.

A deep brain simulator took moderate Parkinsons and all but eliminated the symptoms, adding a decade of working years to the end of my father’s life. If don’t ethically I am wholly in favor.

Beans placerville style

I guess you could get mild cheddar

Some of this dude

Neither did i

I was just posting about this dream I had where the stone was made out of cheese and we had to eat it for Jesus to come back, but we didn’t

Upgrade my butt. Poot existential dread instead of regular feces.

So I had the most blasphemous dream about Easter and cheese.

This church, you know the one, had an Easter party. They had the tomb, and when the wheel was gone Jesus would come out and greet Mary. The wheel was a giant wheel of cheese and everyone got to take like five pounds to fondue right there and five pounds to eat later (my dreams end with everyone happy most of the time) but like there was still a lot of cheese this was the first time we did this and the wheel we got could feed like, maybe me and one other dude who likes cheese. Did I mention I like cheese I mean I’m dreaming about a big fucking wheel of it. We’re talking six month supply, seven feet across five feet high fuck I was trying to go to sleep and then I started telling a story about cheese now I’m hungry dammit. Anyways, this big fucking wheel of cheese, we bought too much, if such a thing as the concept of too much cheese can exist and I argue it cannot. But anyways that’s why Jesus isn’t back, it’s because we couldn’t finish the cheese at the Easter party.

Similarly, when those making fun of name communities find something that is an older, common name in some other country. Like mocking someone for being named Jhonny. MykKynzbrynlyk’kyffyr (pronounced Steve) is still fair game, but not Anous

Wait really? I have a bum hose because my shit sticks to everything and I’m tired of replacing brushes. I’d figure you could get a washlet/toilet mounted bidet aimed properly for that.

It’s just polite

Bean out of 10