I was reading this TIFU post about a mother who told her 4 year old that her hero Bob Ross is dead. One part got me in a fit and naturally my girlfriend asked me what made me laugh, so i started explaining the story in short.
As soon as I told her the kid had to cry because she had just been told Bob was dead, all colour left her face. With tears in her eyes and a pouting lip she asked me if I was serious - I explained to her that Bob Ross had in fact died in 1995, showing her the Wikipedia page to corroborate it.
My girlfriend is up there on the cries-because-swans-can-be-gay spectrum, so surprising here with this fact was not a smart move. The weeping waned away, but the sad and defeated mood stayed and now I'm on my way to pick up a bottle of wine and a tub of ice cream,so we can enjoy that during a Bob Ross paint-along.
I guess it'll be a watercolour made with tears. Thanks, /u/garryoak
TL;DR Girlfriend didn't know Ross was dead. Now she does.
Obligatory "this was two years ago". My daughter was 4 at the time.
My daughter's love of Bob Ross started in the womb. I had terrible insomnia throughout my pregnancy, and I would listen to Bob Ross painting tutorials each night to fall asleep. (At the time I thought it helped me sleep because it was essentially soothing background noise, but recently I've learned about ASMR and I realize that I am super susceptible to certain sounds, such as quiet calm voices, and the scratching of paint brushes and tools). Anyways, after my daughter was born, I continued to have a hard time sleeping-- this time because of a crying and demanding baby. So every night, I'd lay down in my bed with her next to me in the bassinet, and I'd play Bob Ross. As my daughter got older, she began to demand Bob Ross. We'd read a board book or two before bed, and then we'd watch one half hour tutorial. By the end of these videos, my daughter (and often myself) would be sound asleep. For years this routine has cont... keep reading on reddit ➡
My ask. How do you initiate sex dead fish and pillow princesses?
Context. Just started seeing someone with a casual Dom-Sub dynamic. Humor is great. Looks are great. Sex . . . I feel like a rapist. She doesn't move or show any interest beyond her verbally outside of the moment. ie we'll mess around I'll decide she's not interested and stop, later she'll tell me she was into it and didn't understand why I stopped.
Last night we were laying next to each, I was touching on her and she literally didn't move a muscle. Big dead fish energy. Moving from past experience I continued, started touching her, she said she didn't like one of the motions I was making. The first thing she said during the entire interaction. I stopped completely because it was honestly making me uncomfortable. She was upset that I stopped.
Edit: thank you for so many insightful responses. I really appreciate the perspective and will be using some of these tips when talking with her.
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I mean, isn't causing the death of a nations troops exactly the thing that leads to a declaration of war or at least something?
Just to clarify, I did not kill the mouse. I own a couple of snakes and they eat frozen mice. About two years ago tho, I got a new hatchling for my collection. A really beautiful animal but I had problems getting her to eat.
I contacted the breeder that I got her from and asked what I could try. I was told that some snakes just don't accept dead food so I should try and get the mouse to body temperature.
Me being a real smart ass thought the best way to do this was to just put it in the microwave for a couple of seconds. I put the mouse in and selected the lowest setting.
As soon as I hit the start button the mouse exploded. I opened the microwave only to find that the mouse was gone. All I was left with was this slime that coated the whole thing from top to bottom. I have never smelled anything like this.
We now have a new microwave. I learned from my mistake and only heat mice under warm water.
Update: Yes, she ate. She's currently 2,5 years old and even layed a clutch of eggs l... keep reading on reddit ➡
Hello, This happened a few months ago. I (M21) was having a particularly tough Monday, so I was not in a good mood. I get a call from some random 1-800 number and I thought it was a telemarketer. Usually when a telemarketer calls me I tend to fuck with them a little. But that day I was crabby. So I answer the phone and the man says “ hello is (my name) there?”. And I promptly responded with, “no he passed away this morning. Please do not call again.” The man kind of stuttered because I think he was a little in shock. He just says, “oh- okay I am very sorry- “ and I hung up. Yeah dick move I know, I regret it.
Didn’t think anything of it, a few weeks later I’m sitting on the couch relaxing on a Sunday, and I get a call from my dad, he told me he had received a letter addressed to “the estate of (my name)” from the government, saying they had put forbearance on my student loans. Which basically means they ERASED all of my debt because I was “deceased”. It also said “we send our most sin... keep reading on reddit ➡
I'm a pretty social guy, so I never thought that I would like WFH. But ever since we were mandated to work from home a few months ago, my productivity has sky-rocketed.
The only people struggling on my team are our 2 most senior IT guys. Now that I think about it, they have often relied upon collaboration with the most technical aspects of work. When we were in the office, it was a constant daily interruption to help them - and that affected the quality of my own work. They are the type of people to ask you a question before googling it themselves.
They do long hours, so the optics look good. But without "collaboration" ie. other people to hold their hands, their incompetence is quite apparent.
Perhaps a bit harsh but evident when people don't keep up with their learning.
Edit, 2 days later: I cannot thank you all enough for your support, kindness, and suggestions. It means the absolute world to me.
So yesterday I spent the day with my mom - she finally felt ready to start going through the condolence cards we received at the funeral. We invited my 2 step brothers over as the cards were for them, too (their relationship with dad was pretty estranged until the last 2/3 years - we weren’t raised together and they’re quite a bit older than me so we never really got a chance to bond or even get to know each other. They and their mom have always been nice to me when I did see them though.)
The cards from my mom’s side of the family were addressed to all of us. All of the cards except one from my dad’s side of the family were addressed to my mom and step brothers - only one had my name on it. Now, I really don’t give a shit about getting a card, but the deliberate exclusion? At his FUNERAL? Yeah. I’m done with them. Mom is done with them. And my step brot... keep reading on reddit ➡
This might be the most cursed thing to ever happen to me.
So after reading the original TIFU and the one after where people lose their shit upon learning about Bob Ross’ death, I thought it would be a great idea to tell my grandpa about these two stories to make him laugh.
Luckily, he had known about his death already, and he started busting out laughing. But then as I got up to tell grandma, he stopped dead in his tracks and sternly told me NEVER to tell grandma that story.
Visibly concerned, I asked him why not. He then went on to confess how many times he’s cheated on his wife, using the excuse that he’d been “hanging out” with Bob Ross for painting lessons, only problem is that he’d been dead for about 2 years the last time he pulled this on her.
Let’s just say I see my grandpops in an entirely different light now. He did compensate me with $50, but I definitely deserve a lot more for that kind of mental scarring.
TL;DR: told my grandpa a reddit story, found out he’s a dirty... keep reading on reddit ➡