“chomping on sunflower seeds spitting hulls directly on floor.”
The old style city buses, the back row of seats, NEVER look down between the end seats and the last rows on either side. A teen boy who is a regular customer of mine was doing it as I sat nearby, and I told him to stop. “we aren’t in your place anymore” and kept spitting.
where are you living now, jester???
My new place is fantastic! I walked home last night, thinking “Is this my life now? This good?”
Good lucky Snapperetta.
Just saw this recipe and I’m thinking it I wouldn’t mind having a few bites of this “Raisin Studded Apple Bread Pudding”
http://smittenkitchen.com/
———> To Ikea I go! Wish me luck…perhaps I’ll be munching on a peanut butter cookie and sipping a glass of moo juice by 2pm!
What’s the big deal? Don’t you all just spit seed hulls and such on the floor at home?
Jester! Long time, no see.
“chomping on sunflower seeds spitting hulls directly on floor.”
The old style city buses, the back row of seats, NEVER look down between the end seats and the last rows on either side. A teen boy who is a regular customer of mine was doing it as I sat nearby, and I told him to stop. “we aren’t in your place anymore” and kept spitting.
I hate the sunflower seed spitters! That is beyond nasty. Dirty little f*cks!
That’s so gross Donatella. Some people are just animals.