As is the ability to put out small fires.
Hubby the former fireman has tales to tell. Involving beer and small grass fires.
'The Train Job'
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As is the ability to put out small fires.
Hubby the former fireman has tales to tell. Involving beer and small grass fires.
Writing your name in the snow!
Writing your name in the snow!
Requires snow. Ergo fail.
That is pretty cool. As is the ability to put out small fires.
OK, putting out fires did not really occur to me, it's not something I've ever needed. But not having to sit down on a gross toilet seat? Being able to camp in the woods so much more easily? Stuck in a traffic jam with no place to go, and able to handle that business? Yeah, I envy that.
t ETA: Yes, ita, I know many women who can pee standing up...but it's SOOOO much more likely to be messy. And still involves dropping your pants a fair bit
That is why my great-great-grandmother always wore long skirts and no underwear, so she could easily squat in a field whenever she needed.
Yes, this is the lore that is passed down in my family.
Oh, and sometimes a bar or club will dump a bunch of ice in a urinal or one of those trough things. Then us boys can create tunnels into the ice.
Yeah, I don't think Freud thought peeing was the essence of penis envy. Especially when that virtue is more than offset by the inconvenience of having dangling genitals. Talk about Unintelligent Design. Sort of like, God As Your Crappy Contractor.
God: "Okay, this bit which controls a good bit of your hormones will be hanging
outside
your body in a soft little sack next to these two moving limbs. Don't jostle it. And it was easier to hook the plumbing up so that the sexual and waste elimination functions went through the same tube. That won't be a problem, right?"
And it was easier to hook the plumbing up so that the sexual and waste elimination functions went through the same tube. That won't be a problem, right?
Count your blessings - at least we're not a species with cloacas.
Yeah, San Francisco's a total hellhole.
I lived in the Nob-loin when I lived there and felt completely safe walking home from the theatre at midnight. Maybe that's changed.
God: "Okay, this bit which controls a good bit of your hormones will be hanging outside your body in a soft little sack next to these two moving limbs. Don't jostle it. And it was easier to hook the plumbing up so that the sexual and waste elimination functions went through the same tube. That won't be a problem, right?"
Heh. This reminds me of a bit Woody Allen cut from Annie Hall where he's talking to God and tells him not to put the sexual organs too close to the excratory ones - it will only cause problems later on.