Nanatsu no Tsuki wrote:Rearranging your bedroom makes you realize that you really have too much junk and you don’t always know or rather, recall, when and why you got most of the junk to begin with.
Same here, but fairly sure I don't have any
Nanatsu no Tsuki wrote:Holy crap
The Blaatschapen wrote:Last time I brought a girl to the bedroom she was also amazed by the size of my junk
Allegedly-true story that I remember reading, somewhere or other, years ago
[probably even pre-Internet] ago: An American banker who'd been working at his bank's branch in Hong Kong [or maybe Singapore?] was being transferred back to head office in Boston or NYC or somewhere else in that part of the world. He sent head office a telegram asking for confirmation that they
"would, as usual, cover the costs of shipping my luggage, household effects, and junk"... and whoever was responsible for such matters at head office sent back a telegram in which they
did confirm this.
Only when they received the shipping bill did they discover that the 'junk' in question in
this case was in fact a Chinese 'junk', a fairly large
boat.
The person who'd authorized that payment without getting more details in advance was sacked, or at least demoted.. and his job was given to the transferred banker, although it was a level or two above the one for which he'd originally been called there.