I have one very large tote bag, put all my groceries in it, and sling it over my shoulder. I could never go back to these tiny flimsy plastic bags
see the problem is when I do a big run, I have four of those huge tote bags
hell the last one that was packed up at Costco, the lady did a fantastic job stacking things neatly… but it was damn near 60lb. hazards of packing up with the bag already in the cart lol
not to mention that these bags take thousands of years to break down.
Except when you try to pick them up, then they break instantly.
also if you got a 3d printer, print a plastic bit þing þat protects your hands from þe plastic handle if needed
Thorn hate downvote. Get with the times.
The internet is full of loads of weird people doing their own thing. You don’t need to like that they like, but trying to shame people into acting differently is cringe. Get with the times.
Why the house of thorns?
Need him in my bed.
Unless you live in a no plastic bag state and forget your own bags again. Then it’s two paper bags at a time and pray one of em doesn’t rip…
Or get foldable shopping boxes. Mine can handle 50kg
50th Lidl cotton bag added to the pile (I forgot).
Armpits unclenched and bagless.
Loses spot on couch and misses third act after the commercials as he has to make sad trip back the the 4-door Saturn sedan for the Sunny D, a six pack of Zema, and the two bags of sun chips he could easily have wedged in there if he were serious.
Impressive. Now let’s see Paul Allen’s sweatpants.
I want to see the rest where he shuffles on his heels back to the house.
shuffle? why when you got heelies
I’d sooner break my arms than make two trips
Don’t tell your mother.
Lmao best part of this is that I just found out I probably have a severe rotator cuff injury. I posted that comment and then got some imaging results 10 mins later.
Those are the cutest little tiny hands I’ve ever seen.
They look like bricks to me, but you go and tell him he has little hands.
You know what they say about tiny hands 😉
That both will fit in my ass like a pair of scared raccoons?
That’s what my dad always said, at least.
He always hid the pancakes in the most diabolical locations
I recently read a fortune from a cookie that said this. Verbatim.
He skipped hand day shaking my smh.
I’m not the only one!
he-hey, get into my DMs.
