| WHAT GOES UP MUST CUM DOWN... WHAT? WAIT... |
Jul 14, 2008 12:27 pm
Mood: Smoked, 7051 Views |  | The flatulent bumblebee sounding bat mobile looking buick, newly improved now with battle scars is back on the road, with a little help from a lot of duct tape,some wire ripped from our fire alarm system and part of a rusty old metal swing set...
I've been down home fighting the blob in the mold house basement, trying to get it ready to be sold, while there of course I liberated a ton or two of groceries, mostly can goods and frozen stuff from unlocked, unwatched relatives pantries,larders and freezers...
A two hour trip back turned into four because of the orange barrel construction zones and cones, of course what with meat and veggies starting to thaw and rot in my flatulent black trunk, three weeks of rain but no, today the sun had to shine...
Then of course, it's monday, the elevators are both broke down, what with two tons of soggie rapidly rotting animal flesh and all,of course we live on the 8th floor...
After 9 knee surgeries, 30 years of heavy smoking, my fat ass doesn't do stairs well..
And go figure, I left my cigarettes in the car, one more trip down then up, as soon as lung capacity returns ~cough~
That's how my week's starting, How about yours? |
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