True. My room is often a mess, but you will clearly see the dividing lines: on my side of the bed, there is a basket and there are clothes in it. On my husband's side, there is a basket, and there are clothes everywhere BUT in it. The shared dresser is on my side, BUT it's mostly messy with MY stuff. Actually, I don't think any of Nathan's stuff is there at all. Cleanliness isn't my definition of savage, it's just the easiest thing for me to relate to for everyone to visually connect one thought to another.

Your mom constantly told you to "sit up stright", thus preventing the hunching of your back. A "savage" activity prevented by a woman, whoa! I've never heard a man tell anyone to "sit up straight".

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Mediocrity at its most average.

Actually, it was always my dad telling me to sit up straight and not slouch.
*ticks another point for himself* X-)

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

Your dad is gay. Seriously. You're moving south next week. Say hi to choad!

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Mediocrity at its most average.

Nah. Dad just believes in pride in one's self and stature.

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

Woman without Hermanis? Savage!

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I dumb :D

Whenever my sister or niece pay a weekend visit, the guest bedroom that I have so meticulously prepared for them is a disaster area in five minutes. And the kitchen soon turns into a living hell of horror.

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

Woman....
Without her, man is savage!

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“It is only with the heart that one sees rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1945)