We return to the men's room with Miles and Thrill.

Coming up, the exciting return of Who Sucks Less, all the way at 430, but first time for a few emails from the men's room at KISW.com.

You've got mails.

You've got mail.

A couple emails from our question when it comes to relationships, personal job, family, when did you know it was time to go?

Guys, I had a girlfriend who I had told I was going home and didn't want to hang out that

evening after work. So I go to my apartment, hanging out with my roommate, and after a couple hours,

I go to my room, and there she was. Oh! Just sitting there the entire time on my bed.

That's weird, man.

That is weird.

Yep.

All the guys, I ended my marriage when I saw how his daily drunken verbal abuse was affecting my daughter.

She just turned to, didn't talk, and her behavior started to shift.

Once I filed and he left the property, not only did I feel a weight was lifted,

but her attitude completely changed.

I endured a year of crap,

hoping it would change,

then stayed to keep the family together.

But seeing her reaction to it,

I realized it's not worth having parents this way together.

No.

Then most of his family shortly after became, they knew how he could be, but it was all my fault. And I need to see his daughter whenever he was allowed to. Over four years later, and both are doing fantastic. Okay, well good. She and the daughter. Geez. Guys, I dated a hot chick with a mohawk in college found out she was on black tar. Oh, wow. That was the end of that. Oh, heroin. Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah. As we move on to the birthdays, brought you by a men's room, rested, roasted red salsa from San Juan Salsa Company. Dip responsibly. Couple birthdays. You know what, Miles? I bet they let it rest a little bit. What's that? After they make it. The rested, rested. Rested. Rested red salsa. Actually, someone found it earlier. I'm trying to find that. The salsa. The salsa. They found the salsa? The prairie center market in Coopville. Thank you, Prairie Center Market in Coopville. Yeah. Yeah. Olavicholas. They need to open one of those in Times Square. A Coopville? No, just a Prairie Center Market. Well, I wish our son Dominic pronounced stinky a happy sixth revolution around the big ball of fire. When he's not busy digging for buried treasure, he's been doing an amazing job in swimming and ninja classes wow i didn't know you could offer that can he get the longest fart you have followed by a smet and micky and goofy talking about what he can look forward to now that he's turning six lots of love from mommy and from daddy.

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