Anonymous wrote:60 something teenagers who never offer to buy a meal, dirty all if your dishes, and drink all of your milk but leave the empty carton in the fridge.

Yep. For 3 weeks straight.

^with less intelligence and more blustering.

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Anonymous wrote:A trip to Disneyland.<snip>

And being trapped in the "It's a Small World" exhibit/ride.

No I actually enjoy that ride. It's more like being stuck in the Hall of Presidents all day.

Anonymous wrote:A trip to Disneyland.<snip>

And being trapped in the "It's a Small World" exhibit/ride.

Anonymous wrote:A trip to Disneyland. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my ILs. They truly are wonderful and loads of fun!

LOL. Good one.

A trip to Disneyland. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE my ILs. They truly are wonderful and loads of fun!

...sitting on the toilet the day after eating 100 habenero peppers.

9:29. That is good. I started that way as a newlywed, eventually decided against ulcers and became a mono tonal ice berg. They improved somewhat. 15 years later...

A visit from my in-laws... is about as much fun as the flu, since I retreat upstairs with a head ache, while down stairs my family forgets that you are supposed to wash dishes and put things away. And we eat too much takeout.

You know those scenes from movies like Indiana Jones, where they have to get from the door of a temple to the altar, but there's a floor full of mysterious tiles in between? And you have to step on the tiles in the right order or the floor will collapse?

Yep. That's what a visit from the ex-laws is like.

60 something teenagers who never offer to buy a meal, dirty all if your dishes, and drink all of your milk but leave the empty carton in the fridge.

Anonymous wrote:Watching the same boring, tragic movie about a depressed martyr 500 times in a row.

In a sauna, with your face pressed into a vat of Tiger Balm.