maybe it me... and a coffee thing... i laid on a diff part of this sectional that was comfortable, nowhere else, but the showroom, floor and has since, been my nemesis; my foe... and naturally, breaking everything i touch... kick over a tv dinner tray, g has donned, as an end table; yup... real sturdy, sukka.
why do women have to have special stuff, just to store stuff in... they absolutely had to have vs a pack of smokes, or coronas... only to replace it with another nothing, that holds the exact same stuff?
what the fuck happened to the previous stuff holder & can it still b returned for cigarette n beer money!!!?
now, what really gets on my nerve, is she knows the thing that holds those fucking things that light up, keep me up all night n take batteries, fortnightly... is made of glass and was recently kicked over, by some clumsy, asshole.
one last question... so why the fuck would the new thing that holds the things that the other thing we didn't need, did a fine job of losing... be made of fucking glass, put on same aforementioned, tv dinner tray (90s... not 70s...- it's actually, the momz n no... doesn't go with my redneck, motif and delicate, sensibilities.
umm... so where's the other one so i can return, or set fire to it?
and ummm... if ur asking questions about the last dandelion... why would u illuminate the entire house, like saint Peter's, gate... with battery operated, bullshit. priorities... invested in our future... men! do y'all know how to change the channel on ur current tv's, without a remote which requires!!! double aa's?
i would like to welcome u all to the heman woman haters club, 2020. cat... ur honorary member because u have common sense... and probably, testicles bigger than any man's, in the club. just keep em shaved, or ur out.
who's with me!
[crickets... cat's door slams.]
fuck this place.
u guys suck.
that's it...
did the last guy to smother with a pillow- get away with it? pre, or post- flu?
i swear she did it just to yank my chain... IT WAS a vase. THAT'S MY NEW FUCKING MASON JAR!
ohhhh.... now, it's personal. gloves r off...
I'll get back to u