My DAY
Well so far today I have Argued with two banks, a realtor, and a lawyer. I am fighting for a sale that would me a grand or two income to me. I have tryed to talk 3 other people into buying something. I wrote one contract. I went on a mechanical inspetion of a house (plumbing, furnace, and A/C). 3 pipes were broke, the kitchen sink leaks, One toilet needs to be replaced, and two of the toilets were filled with all kinds of nastyness, one of which had whiskers (don't ask). I still think I smell and I am used to dealing with large amounts of manure and grossness but in that house my stomach was in knots. Urp. Question: why don't they merge male and female golf. Are the men afraid of pissing a woman off with a club. Come on. I would pay to see some old duffer in pleated pants getting assaulted with a putter. That would raise ratings. While on the sports issue I say lets let any professional player jack themselves up with as much juice as they want. Make the baseball fields bigger and put a punching bag in the dugouts. Watch as they miss the ball 3 times, go back hit the bag, go into a roid rage, and finally their heads explode. POP! Then aplause as the mumbling janitor mops the floor. Thusly elimanting the juiced players (aka lower intelligence) and leaving the ones with talent. Don't you hate it when you have to use a smaller knotch in your belt to keep your pants on. I think the women slober has stretched it out.