killjoy wrote:My mom taught me and my siblings how to wash and dry our own clothes when we were in junior high.And from than on it was up to us to keep our own clothes washed and clean.
I've been doing my own laundry since I was 7. My dad was a Marine, and believes in a certain standard of cleanliness.
I'm an Atheist. That usually bothers people. You would not believe how many people have tried to convert me over the years.
Frankly, it's getting a little tiresome.
I've bought alcohol for a minor (or two), but in my defense, it was my little brother and his best friends and they were partying in a safe, controlled environment. (Though I probably would have done it anyway for him.) He hit me up a few days after I turned 21.
My old RA organized a trip to two strip clubs when I was at UCSC for our floor, one club for women, one for men. The girls had no issue seeing chicks naked, but the guys had a major issue with seeing the guys naked.
My RA (who was a really hot guy, by the way
) told the guys that if the girls had no issue seeing other girls naked, then they shouldn't have a problem with seeing guys naked. I think they all went along with it in the end because they didn't like him questioning their masculinity.
Hell...I like porn too. When I was at UCSC, I used to scour the $2 and $3 bins at a record store for anything that could possibly be good with my guy friend that lived a few doors down from me. One day we found a CD of porn themes.
No fucking joke.
We'd play it in his room and put on his blacklight and crack the door just the slightest bit so that people walking by would wonder what the hell was going on in his room.
Sigh.
Good times.
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