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Once upon a time, a pilot asked a beautiful princess, "Will you marry me?”

 

The princess said, "No!"   
          
And the pilot lived happily ever after and flew jets all over the world and drovehot cars and chased
skinny long-legged big-breasted flight attendants and hunted and
fished and went to topless bars and dated women half his age and drank
Weihenstephaner German beer and Captain Morgan and never heard
bitching and never paid child support or alimony and kept his house
and guns and ate cold leftover meals, potato chips and beans and blew
enormous farts and never got cheated on while he was at work and all
his friends and family thought he was frickin' cool as hell and he had
tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up.

 

The end.

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Avoiding conflict over the toilet seat.

 

My wife, sister, brother-in-law and myself were having this conversation many years ago.

I asked, "why not have the women lift the seat when they were finished instead of having us put the seat down when finished"? So I asked my brother-in-law, Bill, what he thought.

 

His reply:

"Put both the seat and lid down when finished. That way, everyone has to do something". Happiness for all!

I love my brother-in-law

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Once upon a time, a pilot asked a beautiful princess, "Will you marry me?”

 

The princess said, "No!"   

          

And the pilot lived happily ever after and flew jets all over the world and drovehot cars and chased

skinny long-legged big-breasted flight attendants and hunted and

fished and went to topless bars and dated women half his age and drank

Weihenstephaner German beer and Captain Morgan and never heard

bitching and never paid child support or alimony and kept his house

and guns and ate cold leftover meals, potato chips and beans and blew

enormous farts and never got cheated on while he was at work and all

his friends and family thought he was frickin' cool as hell and he had

tons of money in the bank and left the toilet seat up.

 

The end.

 

And he died a miserable, selfish old b******d who loved nobody, and nobody loved him. 

 

Great start, flagging middle section, tragic end.

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And he died a miserable, selfish old b******d who loved nobody, and nobody loved him. 

 

Great start, flagging middle section, tragic end.

 

It says right near the end that "all his friends and family thought he was frickin' cool as hell "... 

 

Sounds like he was loved by all!   :D

 

But I'm with you, I love being married.  

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Avoiding conflict over the toilet seat.

 

My wife, sister, brother-in-law and myself were having this conversation many years ago.

I asked, "why not have the women lift the seat when they were finished instead of having us put the seat down when finished"? So I asked my brother-in-law, Bill, what he thought.

 

His reply:

"Put both the seat and lid down when finished. That way, everyone has to do something". Happiness for all!

I love my brother-in-law

 

There is no 'equitable' solution because women need the seat down for all functions.  Men only need it down for one. 

 

But to make it as equitable as possible the rule should be whoever uses the toilet last leaves the seat in the position that was required for their last use.

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This is CTFLier, we overanalyze *everything*.

 

I'm honestly shocked that nobody has mentioned the lack of commas and generally mediocre grammar.   :ph34r:

And don't you colonials ever dare to forget the apostrophe!

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