Well, beneath you is a good place for **** to be.If I had slightly less class, I'd take a **** in the gravel one day and leave it.
It has crossed my mind and I have decided that it is beneath me. I revisit the idea daily though.
You have a garden hose, don't you?I was talking about it at dinner the other night and my wife said "You ain't wiped you ass in a year. You can't **** in the yard." . She's right, we got a bidet and I have scheduled my ****s around being home for a year. I think I rember how to wipe my ass. Like riding a bicycle right?
I don't know that I can mentally crouch in my driveway and grunt one out. I mean, what do I do with the **** paper after I wipe my ass? Then I have to walk around feeling all **** assed for the rest of the day. It is a hollow threat, the woman knows me.