"There ain't no middle ground - it's either in the sn*tch or down the hatch!"
And lastly,Judy Collins (circa 1965) turns me into an animal while Neil Patrick Harris makes me nauseous.
I guess I'm OK.
My husband at my request also washes and uses deodorant but is very much like Pigpen from Charlie Brown with a dust cloud following close behind him and usually when he leaves an area of our home it is pretty much a disaster area. My whole life I never noticed any males I knew exhibiting behavior like is stated in this article. I never developed gaydar until the last few years. For years I just thought Elton John was weird or eccentric. My husband laughed at me and said he’s GAY.
I always thought your moniker meant that you were gay. Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to the “state” part!
"There ain't no middle ground - it's either in the sn*tch or down the hatch!"
According to my wife, I’m no clean freak.
No space on the kitchen counter, time to clean it off with Krud Kutter.
It’s easy enough to get a roll of TP off the water tank, don’t need no stinking fancy roller thingy.
Best trick in town, daily shower spray cleaner.
I am fastideosly military about my house. After 17 years of bitching, complaining and just being pissed off, I no longer care. I also don’t let visitors in my house because she doesn’t understand.
I guess I'm OK.
That and a thousand years old. I've heard of Collins but didn't know what she sang until looking her up just now on Yoot Tube. "Planes and trains and angel hair, and rainy clouds I just don't care..."
But you're alright.