So, today we started stripping the wallpaper. Well, ok, I did since I had to be at the place to wait for the gas company to come turn on my shit. Guess what the house inspection missed? A leak in the bathroom. Why? Because the ceiling in the dining room had this gods-awful dark maroon paper on it and some kind of crazy purple flowery border…ugly shit. Anyway, it masked a water spot pretty damn well. Fuck heads. Anyway, the guys are going to knock that shit out, fix it, then I’m going to stomp the ceiling. That it will be the bomb. No lie. Oh! And there was a gas leak so Mr. Plumber guy came and fixed it. No biggie. $60 now saves us a couple of hundred in the future. Where was I? Oh! Fucking wallpaper in that joint was so ugly, I swear it was the only reason no one bought it for that whole year it was on the market. I was going to take pictures and post them, but I forgot the camera in my hurry to get over there and get to work. *deep breath*
Then Sis came and picked me up so we could go pick out a refrigerator. Can I just tell you that last week TheMan and I were at hhgregg and their prices were soooo low. I was amazed. I picked out the fridge I wanted and just today went to get it. Plus Sis had a $100 off coupon. Suhweet, right? Wrong. Those sonsabitches jacked their appliance prices up an average of $300. Because of these fucking coupons. Then they tell us it’ll cost $85 to fucking deliver the damned thing. HUH? They say it’s because they ship from Cleveland. Whatever, heiffer, I’m outta there. hhgregg sucks big fucking donkey balls. Anyway, I went up going to a local place and got this one. It’s sweet, trust me. And it left me with some cash in my wallet. They’ll be bringing it home to mama tomorrow. I love it.
I’ve got nothing else right now. Fucking Image Upload isn’t working and I’ve got a test in the morning, and more destruction tomorrow afternooon. I’m tired.
Oh! And the election results made me piss my pants with joy.
The End.
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Hell, I pissed my pants too…reckon we ought to call ourselves the “Pissocratic Party”?