I don't get it. I don't know who Baller is.The other last part.
I don't get it. I don't know who Baller is.The other last part.
Let me enlighten you, then...I don't get it. I don't know who Baller is.
HCFC-22?So here's how today went. 100 degrees outside. AC...out. Call landlord. AC guy comes to fix. The breaker/fuses I checked before I called? Tripped again. What does he do? Turns them back on, shakes his head and leaves. AC keeps tripping the breakers. It's now 83 degrees in the house. Call the landlord. AC guy comes. Hoses down the AC unit (which I'd already done) and when he thinks I'm not looking fills the fucking thing with coolant!!
Oi.
Pee on them. Then, when they look at you with shock and horror, whisper sweetly in their ear "You're mine, now." Walk away, whistling "When You Wish Upon a Star"If I ever find out who it is...
Yep.oh ew! Like an adult washroom?
The biggest hurdle here is that I cannot whistle. I was thinking I should make them lap it up with their tongue but I'm in a crap mood today due to lack of sleepPee on them. Then, when they look at you with shock and horror, whisper sweetly in their ear "You're mine, now." Walk away, whistling "When You Wish Upon a Star"
I tell you, one of the really unsung benefits of a salary position with a lax schedule (no pun intended) is the absolute clockwork regularity of my bowel movements. First thing in the morning and right after lunch. Boom boom.Being a shiftworker, I have no poo schedule. Regularity is a thing of my distant past.
The worst is the middle of the night poos.
No shit?The great thing about Atkins. Complete and utter constipation. Good times. :/
Sounds like you need a solution that can be done on the fly.For fuck's sake. Every goddamn day someone pees on the floor of the washroom. Not like a dribble: a veritable puddle. If you can't handle urinals, sit down. Holy fucking Moses, you asshole.
If I ever find out who it is...
I never knew Squidleybits was so vindictive.Punched in the balls while holding a pot of boiling water.
I have such a ridiculous case of tonsillitis that the swelling and overall nastiness of my throat has actually caused my voice to get higher. I talk like someone's throttling me.
This is fucking misery.
I feel you man. My younger dog almost died yesterday from a systemic infection that she probably got from the people we hired to remove the dog waste in the yard (they apparently hadn't been using foot pads to prevent this sort of thing). We're getting her back from the vet today and she'll PROBABLY be fine since her fever's down, but that was still $800+ we had to spend because none of the other vets were open over Memorial Day weekend.Oliver seemingly got hit by a car, and with an ankle fractured in 2 places and a fractured pelvis, with vet bills estimated at 2.k-5k just for the first surgeries, on top of the already accrued 2k for exams xrays and all the other things from overnight monitoring, it was ultimately decided to put him down. This house is wierdly quiet and empty even though he was rarely around and didn't make much noise when he was. I am out of sorts.
Dude, that is a GREAT question!!When do you get a weekend that isn't one of those?
I feel you. My TV just blacked out and started smoking. That's on top of the $900 we spent saving one of our dogs again last weekend. All of my cash is about to vanish.Remember my daughter getting into that accident? Yeah. My insurance just went up $170 a month. Oh, and as I was telling that to my wife, my son came upstairs and said, "Dad, there's something wrong with the washing machine." The motor burned out.
Folks, it's going to be one of those weekends!