Yup... I'm a-moving, finally..
Got this great little shit hole in this town... 3 beds, small ass kitchen, tiny living room and hardly no yard... with an actual cliff on one side of the house, that doesn't have a fence at all.. just little lines up stones..
hoping to move by end of the week, at latest, the place isn't quite done yet..
I will be gone for who knows how long.. actually, I don't know if I'm coming back..
Fubar's lost any and all magic for me... just the idiocy of it all...
I used to work with people that..
couldn't read, "THIS SIDE UP" on boxes, and opened them from other ends... sometimes, the side end..
Who thought a nail was a screw.. the hardware... if it was sex, he'd be right, same thing..
Who said they knew how to drive stick and burned out the clutch 3 hours later..
Who didn't know where the blade on a box cutter came out, and stabbed himself..
Who offered to pick me up a bag of Sunchips, and brought home Doritos..
Who practiced putting on a condom, on a banana, cuz he saw a chick do it once.. when he had the tool for it in his own pants..
Who feel in love with a total slut, who cheated on him, admitted to it, would do it again, and he still loved her, stayed with her...
Who fucked a truck stop whore, went home, told his wife about it.... on their first year anniversary...
NONE of these are jokes.. but reality situations..
I ain't perfect, but c'mon.. I can understand the difference between a football and the Empire State Building..
anywhoo...
