The Complaining and Bitching Thread

My son's flight to Singapore was cancelled. He's getting home about 24 hours later than planned. The way things are going he might miss Christmas.

I don't know if this is because of the ice storm hitting Ontario, or something else. All I know is I just lost a day with my boy.

 

I endorse such wolf whistles, as they are more than well deserved. The commenters deserve the smacking—nay, a good throttling—much more anyway.

 

I mean, I'm really not offended by the fact he called me chubby. I mean, I am. It's a true fact. I'm working on it, but until the day comes that I am no longer chubby, I will rock it.

What is fucking obnoxious is the fact that "I'm pretty...for a chubby girl". Complements should not need qualifiers.

I helped him find a giant stack of books for his family. I made awesome recommendations for him. He could have literally complimented on almost anything else, but nope. He went with backhanded.

Douche.

 

Oh hell.
I have to go Christmas shopping.
I need my extraction team... B.A. Baraka and Hannibal Niner. MeltedMetalFace and MurdockSquirrel would probably help, too.
Louisiana at Christmas is terrifying.
People bes gettin' shot and shit. All dees carazy drahvers been cloggin' up dem roadways fer a munth.
Now I gots to go out in dem and trah teh surVAHve.

 

This is why we're friends.

Dat narrative.

 

What about, say, Wow, you're in fantastic physical shape ... for a Nobel laureate.

Or, That's a really impressive criminal record ... for a supermodel.

Or, You have an amazing porn collection ... for a U.S. Senator.

 

I stand by my comment.
Woman not 'girl.'

Ugh. Chubby. I remember the Chubettes girl's clothes section in Sears and how mortifying it was to shop there as a child.
I've been eleven-teen different sizes in my life. I could write a book about my many adventurers with douches like the man you dealt with.
I know this maybe sounds cliche, but after awhile you just stop giving any fucks about people like him.
I've been with my partner for over 20 years. He has never, not once, called me fat though he's seen me all sizes. He has no idea how much that means to me.
Try to stay healthy. Right now all the important numbers for me are excellent except the one on the scale. I'm working on dropping weight so I'll put less wear and tear on my body. But I'm doin' it for me./ jumps off soapbox

 

So, the new flight is now delayed as well. The boy is spending the night in Calgary and might still make it here in time for Xmas.

So many things can still go wrong.

 

Someone come clean my stupid fucking house.

Pretty please?

 

I'd do it, but I haven't done mine.....I'm just gonna have to find a new house.

 

Goddamnit, my new house has a stupid "soaking tub" in the master suite that is a huge waste of space.

But it came with the upgrades and I can't get rid of it. Ridiculous. I'm going to turn it into a dog bed.

 

Dude, I got lost in the model and the model doesn't even have the extensions that add another xxxx sq. ft.

But seriously...

I really dislike how home builders offer up shit that makes no sense. Nobody uses a goddamn soaking tub.

Ain't nobody got time for that. I live in an area where both parents work 80 hours and fuck on Sunday.

A giant tub with double window above it is huge waste of granite, tile and space better reserved for...

Oh, I know... that shower from The Specialist. You know, a walk-in closet with two shower heads.

That'd be the ticket.

...

Sure. I will, however, force your cat to listen to all that trashy '80s punk I love so much.

 

I'm on vacation. Vacation guys get the, "I'm going to go to sleep but I'll roll over and stick my ass out and you do the rest."

At first I was offended. Then I accepted that masturbation using another person's body while they sleep is quite efficient.

j/k​