I made some frankly preposterously good looking spaghetti for the kids. Fresh parm, homemade meatballs, fresh chopped basil. Restaurant looking stuff.
My 6 year old: Dad can I say heck?
Me: Sure buddy
My 6 year old: This spaghetti looks good as fuck.
BE HONEST ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL. PEOPLE DONT KNOW THEY ARE BOTHERING YOU IF YOU DONT TELL THEM. PEOPLE DONT KNOW THEY ARE BEING TOO LOUD IF YOU DONT TELL THEM. JUST TELL PEOPLE HOW YOU FEEL. FUCK WHAT THEY FEEL AFTER.
“omg how can you say something like that about someone?”
people have said worse things about me to my face and you’re offended i called brenda a c*nt for eating the last donut in the break room?