Saturday, 24th November '07
Beaucoup Bad Shit
The interior designer / contractor / whatever people have reached a new low. They are, quite literally, crappy.
How do I know this? Because this morning, some bright spark decided to take a dump in our brand new, master bedroom toilet bowl. And it's not that I mind sharing our private WC with the construction guys. I really really don't. I understand that a man has needs. I'm even willing to let him take a shit at the expense of my getting to christian that little porcelain beauty for the first time.
What I DON'T understand is this: why did he choose to do a number 2 in a toilet bowl that WASN'T EVEN FREAKING CONNECTED yet?!
Because all it means now is that THERE WAS NO WATER IN THE BOWL at the time, IT CANNOT BE FLUSHED AWAY, and, as of the time Mum and Dad discovered it, had probably been sitting there incubating for a few hours.
Oh. My. Gawd.
What was he waiting for - for it to grow wings and fly away? And how the flying f*ck is that going to happen?
There are no words to describe how mad my parents are now.
I'm trying very hard to find the silver lining in all this.
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*HUGGLE* cheer up dearie...take a deep breath, and the unpleasantness will go away soon *hopefully*
and the MDA clip was f**cking hilarious hahahhahahahahaha =) also rather creepy. i totally understand now ((O_O))