chancyhk wrote on 28 Jul 2025 18:06:

Well, I love horror movies, (for some reason?) the gorier the better.

And it's worthwhile to note that this was the watered down version. The original was so bloody and violent, it actually risked turning me on. 

Snow, snow, and more snow.
Steady 5 degrees out there so that the very ice is doubly frozen.
The car is crummy and filthy with whatever combination of snow and anti-snow chemicals.
The wiper fluid is frozen, so I can't see out. My attempt at cleaning the windshield ended with frozen Windex on it.
My fingers are chapped and my whole body is dry and itchy, and where the heck is that draft coming from?!

One evening last week, I get home after a long day at work to find that my wife had almost-ready shakshuka, meaning the sauce was prepared and the only thing needed was to put the eggs in, salt them and ensure they get cooked nicely. She asked if I could please take care of that and I said “Sure!”. And so I did. While trying to handle the screeching baby. Shoyn. 
I’m telling you, it was looking amazing and smelling even better. 
As it reaches perfection, my wife asks if I can put the baby to bed, because she’s “had enough”. Sigh. Being a good husband, I said “okay”. (Notice the lack of “!”) Before getting him into pjs I check his diaper and, lo and behold! it was dirty! (No wonder he was unhappy). I change his diaper, trying my best to tune out his ear-splitting screaming. 
As I’m getting him into his pjs, my wife comes in the bedroom- eating the steaming yumminess-, and says “can you please do something about the screaming? It’s really disturbing my supper.”
I honestly thought she was being cute. And then I saw her face, now I’m a believer, and I realized she was legitimately upset at me. 

tzitzis dude wrote on 15 Jun 2025 07:01:

TD I logged in here and came to see grouch updates. I stumbled upon this lovely insight into your mikdash meat. 
I don't know how you'll take this but I genuinely giggled at this story. Not one of those where you respond with an LOL or maybe an additional little grin. No little chuckle for me. It was full blown laughter. And not 'with you' but definitely 'at you'
Like seriously, it's hilarious. 
No one tells you marriage will be so much fun! 
Aaahhhh the joys of a seeing a woman shredding the teeniest tiniest bit of whatever ego and dignity we have left. 
It's what motivates me every day. 
Such joy. Such genuine joy. 

As KOTG (king of the grouchers) I can award myself GOTW (grouch of the week) 
To heck with it. 
As KOTG, I'll do two. And you all deserve it. 

1) I met Tzitzis dude yesterday and I watched him eat a piece of kugel. 

2) I'm coming up to a year of kosherness, and have not seen any real improvements in my bedroom life. In many ways, it has gotten much much worse.
I don't want eitzos, I don't want sympathy. 
This is the grouchery. 
Any kind words will NOT BE TOLERATED. 

odyossefchai wrote on 29 Aug 2025 13:06:

Kind words be damned. 
What the hell have you done to make you think like you deserve a better bedroom life? Oh, so you haven't watched porn in a year?

Who gives a flyinflip

redfaced wrote on 29 Aug 2025 14:17:

Bedroom life? Who gives a Yushkeh???

 I, for one, would like to know (not that I care, of course, because NOBODY gives any Yushkes about titles and statuses here) how this schmendrick feels he’s KOTG.