Well, thank Gawd that's done....
The bathroom sink once again runs free and the sacafrackin'gotdamnedestoopidfriggin toilet paper holder has been hung, too. AND, installed....
Ya know, MEN.... Drywall is bad enough. DRY WALL is impossible ENOUGH to hang shit on, like pictures and crap, let alone this bologna-thin, brittle SHIT that was used for the bathroom "walls" in this house. Not even frickin' plastic wall anchors (a completely RETARDED "appliance" if I've ever seen one) don't do ya no good. Jesus. And, don't eeeeven let me get started on the teeny tiny microscopic set screws. Do these idiots who manufacture this shit think we all have EYEGLASS REPAIR KIT SCREWDRIVERS JUST LAYIN' AROUND?!? My farkin' GOD. They sink these stupid set screws alllll the way in, to hold the bag of screws and shit inside of the arm of the paper holder. The holes they sink into on the device are so fuckin' SMALL, an ANT'S DICK wouldn't fit WITH KY Jelly, let alone any screwdriver known to man. FUCK. I got it though. So, bite me wall, paper holder, manufacturer... WORLD. I got it and it's ON THE WALL. And, you can bet your sweet BIPPY I'm gonna also superglue the fuckin' thing. If this toilet paper holder EVER gives me any more shit the entire time we live here, I will go off. In other news... I've claw-raked down about half of the Matterhorn of shit and still no Gerber. I'm gonna give Bill such a smack if I don't get my KNIFE BAAAAACK, damn it.*whines* I've had it for liiiiike, 5 years now. IT'S FROM WHEN I WAS AT WELLACREST!!!!! I reeeeeally want my Gerber back now, okay, God? Pleeeeeeease????? C'mon, Big Guy. I was a good kid. I did all that bathroom shit Gerber-less. I'm keeping up with the house and I ain't even made anybody bleed yet over the fact that TWO GROWN MEN let my Gerber get shit-piled.... so, come ON. Gim'me it back, okay? *a few seconds later* Uuummm... if anybody sees a pile of "patience" laying around someplace, it's mine. I seem to have misplaced or lost mine totally. And, I think I need it back, like NOW because I have to go drive on 611. *siiigh* What I REALLY wanna do is go "drive" Storm around a few fields, but nooooooo. I've gotta go deal with the biggest buncha non-drivin' DILLHOLES this side of US Rt. 40 in Jersey. Kill me now. Or at least render me unconscious for a few hours, okay? Man, do I have a strong urge to have the cool, soothing taste of Tequila Rose in my mouth....
Or, the cold, comforting feel of blue steel IN MY HAND.... nononono... don't need that. Well, I could definitely USE that, but... aw fuck it. 'Cause sometimes, ya just gotta know when to say that, "Fuck it", right?
Riiiight. P-P-P-Peace....
*jitters away from pooter*
Comments
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I think that you'd agree with the statement:
There are very few situations that cannot be rectified with the suitable application of high explosives
There are very few situations that cannot be rectified with the suitable application of high explosives
Posted by: Mad Mikey at September 30, 2004 04:32 PM (TAP1e)
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Oh, absolutely... *giggle*.
I like that....
I like that....
Posted by: Stevie at September 30, 2004 06:08 PM (Sw6UC)
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