Ok, so this blog has been an utter failure to this point. Depending on how you look at it, that's a good thing because it's showing that I don't get nearly as annoyed with shit on a daily basis as I thought I did.
Or perhaps I'm just way too embarrassed to chronicle how fucking annoyed I get with the pettiest of shit. Maybe this is the case.
It's your call. D-bag.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
9/11/09
Strange to start this one on this day, but only because I felt weird about typing the title. Let's all pause for a few seconds...
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Ok.
I live in a house with a refridgerator that hums. Wait, hums might not be the right term...you know the sound that Lloyd makes in Dumb and Dumber that he claims is the most annoying sound in the world? He's impersonating this fucking fridge. I nearly lost it this morning as this godforsaken piece of shit fridge hummed along in my ear for 20 straight minutes from 7:30-7:50. I did have a conversation with it, to no avail:
"Why don't you shut the fuck up? You fucking suck, you PIECE OF STAINLESS STEEL GARBAGE. You SUUUUUUUUCK."
I wish to inflict bodily harm on this fridge but it's an inanimate object. It also provides me with cold, filtered water, cubed or crushed ice and it keeps my food good and cold for several weeks, depending on packaging. But I want to hurt that fucking fridge. I want to punch it in the gut until it stops, in hopes it'll just come out and tell me "Ok...ok. You got me, ok. I'll stop."
It fucking sucks.
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Ok.
I live in a house with a refridgerator that hums. Wait, hums might not be the right term...you know the sound that Lloyd makes in Dumb and Dumber that he claims is the most annoying sound in the world? He's impersonating this fucking fridge. I nearly lost it this morning as this godforsaken piece of shit fridge hummed along in my ear for 20 straight minutes from 7:30-7:50. I did have a conversation with it, to no avail:
"Why don't you shut the fuck up? You fucking suck, you PIECE OF STAINLESS STEEL GARBAGE. You SUUUUUUUUCK."
I wish to inflict bodily harm on this fridge but it's an inanimate object. It also provides me with cold, filtered water, cubed or crushed ice and it keeps my food good and cold for several weeks, depending on packaging. But I want to hurt that fucking fridge. I want to punch it in the gut until it stops, in hopes it'll just come out and tell me "Ok...ok. You got me, ok. I'll stop."
It fucking sucks.
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