OK, so I’m a 41-year-old software dude living at home with his parents. I’m up too late on a school night and so what sort of crazy sexy fun could I be having? Well, I went to the gym and I think I said hello to some cute women, but the real fun started after I got home and took a shower, fully intending to go straight to bed. THE DRAIN PLUGGED UP. And you can imagine how much fun it is to snake a drain using a flimsy manual snake bought at a local hardware store. It’s fine for snaking out short things like the trap under a sink, but going all the way down the convoluted bathtub drain? It took me about 45 minutes of snaking. (You notice I use the word snake a lot as a verb and a noun. I don’t know what else the item and its usage is called.)
I’m thinking of shelling out the money for a real snake with an electric motor. I can only find one on Amazon and they’re like $250US. I wonder if I can find a used one somewhere.
OK enough about my plumbing. Did I mention a guy spit on my car today? I usually never have to spit. Only when I accidentally swallow bugs do I need to spit. This guy rolled down his van window and spit directly onto my windshield on the freeway. He probably had no idea he did it. Sometimes guys spit on me when I’m walking downtown too. What is up with white people and spitting?
And just to end on a different note, here’s a picture an online acquaintance sent me of her new future kitten. (Note that I never asked her if I could post it, so I’m effectively STEALING the picture.)
wow that kitten has seriously blue eyes.
dude, i heard spitting is big over in asia. 🙂
Yeah, um, a PLUMBER might be cheaper than that snake.
Peter spits a lot. It’s gross.
Hey, I heard this factoid once (from my fourth-grade teacher) that all white cats with blue eyes were deaf. Could you test that hypothesis for me? I really doubt it’s true that ALL white cats are deaf, but since this teacher also told me, with a straight face, that we were subject to MILLIONS of pounds of atmospheric pressure, thereby destroying my faith in the educational system, and causing my academic career to be lacklustre, which in turn led to my current existence as a vagabond living in a van down by the river, I welcome any further evidence that she knew about as much about science as the Witchfinder Pursuivant. Thanks, buddy!
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