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View submission: The poop knife
When I was a baby at crawling stage, I laid a turd on the carpet. My mother used a knife from the kitchen drawer to scrape it off the carpet, then washed the knife and put it back in the drawer clean. But my father knew which knife it was, and for as long as I remember (at least the next forty years), he would check the knives laid out for a meal and if he got the turd knife, he would swap it for another knife. None of the rest of us could give a shit which knife we got.
Comment by over_clox at 11/02/2021 at 20:05 UTC
59 upvotes, 2 direct replies
40 years? Geez, if he was that damn worried about it, just throw the knife away. Even if he wanted another, knives are usually really cheap at a thrift store.
Comment by jesu444444 at 28/06/2024 at 12:17 UTC
1 upvotes, 0 direct replies
This shit is so fucking funny