My kaboom is more like a creak and a squeak and a thud these days.
...it’s okay because now I’m imagining him voicing Marvin the Martian and it’s kinda working.
...aaaaand this is why I still don’t have a cell phone.
Pshaw. As if this prez were capable of any kind of sympathy.
I wasn’t, really, but being upright is even less comfy. So I’d definitely choose back to bed. Yep.
I figure he’s got one to pop, given how little oxygen seems to be getting to it.
I’m torn about the street thing. On the one hand, they are douchey in the first place for their exclusive little neighborhood thing. On the other hand, the new owners sound pretty douchey too, though.
Yes, get a battery FFS. Nothing more annoying than going out one morning with your day all planned straight into *click-click* Damn I Shoulda Fixed This.
Dammit I would but I’d have to miss work to get there and back. :)
Great. Now I need a fried egg sammich. On a bagel. With cheese.