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We have 2 children under 2 and just moved to a new house, life has been pretty hectic lately. After a few weeks, we're finally settling down and last night, after a very long week, we got both kids down around 7:45. I bought a chicken to roast with potatoes and green beans. I put everything in the oven and took a quick shower. Lured my wife into the bedroom and we enjoyed some long overdue 'relations'. Almost on que, the chicken was done when we returned. Great meal. Soon after finishing, my wife said "What a nice evening, this should be a tradition." I responded "Friday nights... Dickin' and a Chicken." submitted by /u/rtice001 [link] [comments]

I found them in the attic while looking for Christmas lights. Dozens of envelopes tied with a faded blue ribbon, all addressed to her in handwriting I didn't recognize. The postmarks were from the year before we met. I didn't open them. I sat on the dusty floor and held them for a long time, trying to decide who I was going to be in that moment. The man who asks questions, or the man who lets people keep their own secrets. I chose silence. Every birthday after that, I watched her a little closer. She'd sometimes go quiet on the anniversary of her mother's death. She'd sit by the window with a cup of tea that went cold. I told myself it was grief, and maybe it was. Last Sunday she came into the kitchen holding one envelope, the ribbon already untied. "I think you should know something," she said. Her voice was steady, but her hands weren't. She had written those letters to her first love, a boy who left for the army and never came back. She had never s...

So, I have a 5-ft schlong, and I’m just trying to learn how to live life with it. Tell you what, just tried to pee at a urinal, and it was such an awkward and embarrassing situation. Obviously, just undoing the zipper is gonna be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. So the belt comes off, the button gets opened up, the zipper goes down, and then it’s time for what I call the “big reveal.” Admittedly, it looks like someone sliced open my abdomen and my colon was hanging out in a tangled mess in my pants. I can honestly say nothing about it looks attractive. And then, you know, you just kind of have to start untangling things and searching around, and yeah, you’ll figure it out eventually. But it has to end up straight if we’re going to get the job done, cuz any knots or kinks in there, it’s just not going to happen. I’ve had this thing my whole life, so it’s not like it’s a new thing, you know. After several minutes of the most efficient untangling of my penis that I can possibl...

I heard about the 2002 version but my grandad knows I like time travel movies, of which I’ve seen a bunch of them and he said to me: “You should watch HG Wells Time Machine movie from the 60’s” and I said: “Um… sure” and I couldn’t get a copy just out of nowhere and he didn’t have one on DVD but luckily enough there was the full movie on YouTube. It was like the literal 1 Hr 43 Min version uncut on YouTube and it was in color, fucking amazing. I’ve already watch the Back To The Future trilogy so I was like: “maybe it’s similar” and when the movie started it had a similar sequence to BTTF with a bunch of clocks floating around the screen like it was Twilight or some shit. At first I was trying to like it since it didn’t really have that time travel feel to it yet, it was just a bunch of guys in a mansion talking about dinner and then George comes through and he’s super beaten up and dirty and the movie does a flashback to a few days ago before the new century was about to begin. Anyw...

I'm 29M. Writing this at 1:47 AM because I just came back from my village. My dad was a farmer. All my life, he never ate with us. My mom, me, my little sister — we would eat together. And he would sit outside, or in the corner, and eat after we were done. As a kid I asked him once, "Papa, aap hamare sath kyun nahi khate?" He just said, "Tum log khao. Mujhe bhookh nahi hai." I started thinking he just liked being alone. Or he didn't like us. I don't know. I was angry for a long time. When I got a job in the city, I stopped going home much. Maybe 2 times a year. Every time I called, mom would say, "Papa ne pucha tha, khana time pe kha raha hai?" That was it. Always about food. He died 2 months ago. Heart attack in the fields. Last week I went home. Mom was cleaning his almirah. She gave me his old steel plate. It was so small. Like a child's plate. I said, "Itna chhota plate Papa kaise use karte the?" My mom looked at me and start...

I'm 31. My dad passed away three weeks ago. I'm writing this at 2 AM because I can't sleep, and because I need to tell someone. My dad was not an emotional man. He was a truck driver. He left home at 4 AM and came back late. He never hugged me at my graduation. He just shook my hand and said, "Good job." I remember being angry about that for years. When I moved to another city for work, we talked maybe once a month. Short calls. "Eat properly. Don't skip meals." That was it. I used to think, doesn't he have anything else to say to me? Last month, he got sick. It was quick. I reached the hospital too late. I only got to see him for ten minutes before he went. After the funeral, I was cleaning his room. In the drawer next to his bed, I found his old phone. The kind with buttons. I charged it, just to see. It had 214 saved voicemails. All of them were mine. Every missed call I ever left him. Every "Papa, call me back." Every "Happy b...