I can’t sleep. It’s storming out. Not to fond if I must say. Weird title right? Wondering where it came from? I’ll get to it somewhere in my ramblings. How about some notes, thoughts and convo’s first.
- This guy is a woman beating coke head…(518)229-1258.
- I found this in a comment section on a YouTube video. I found it weirdly hilarious. I was tempted to call just to see what kind of person would answer, then I thought better of it.
- Bong hits and pasta.
- What was I saying…oh yea I hate my job.
- My blog should really have more hamburger things.
- Does the blood in the bathroom have something to do with the mouse shit in the microwave?
- Burgers Bitches-
- My version of a Tuna Melt Burger.
- Pasta and bong hits.
- I should be asleep.
- This post was sitting in drafts for about a week or two, been sick but pretty sure I passed out that night, on with the story.
- Boom! Body hits the floor, granted I didn’t know this until the next day but never the less I heard the loud ass thud in the middle of the night. Why didn’t I go check on the noise you ask? Well, one, I didn’t want to be a witness to something fucked up. And two, I didn’t want to be a witness to anything fucked up. I have some fucked up roommates and could write a book about the mindless shits they are but I will save that for another day. Anyhow, story goes that my male roommate, we shall call him junkie fuckhead passed out sitting on toilet looking at porn, taking a shit, fell over towards the tub and smacked his head enough to bust it and bleed all over bathroom floor. He did not awake from this. When he finally came to, he figured out what had happened and was worried someone like myself would see the blood and freak out. So he bleached the bathroom. All this work made him hungry. So being the hippie junkie fuckhead vegetarian that he is, he went into the kitchen to heat himself up something in the microwave that I made which 100 out of 99 times includes meat. So he opens the microwave, but now he needs to snort another Xanax so he returns to his chambers where the shit goes down and then passes out.
My roommates don’t know how to use the microwave. Things that take 30 seconds get 5 minutes in their world. So, you can imagine what the inside of that thing looks like. It looks like a pinata Barry Bonds hit. We also have urban combat trained mice who by everything I figure will survive nuclear war. Oh wait North Korea‘s rocket didn’t go very far, so that’s a few decades away. But you get my point. The two combinations above equal not good. I awoke and went into kitchen to see an open microwave door with a mouse chilling laughing at me as he left a trail of black ice cream sprinkle everywhere. This story sounds pretty stupid but it is what it is, how unlucky can I be, and why leave the microwave door open fuckhead. Now I can no longer use the microwave. And that’s how the mouse shit got in the microwave.
- Don’t trust hippie junkie fuckhead’s, they do stupid shit and train mice.
- I don’t know why I wrote what I wrote, another bong hit.