Okay so I has been Posty McNoisyface recently, but there's nothing else on the f-list today, so whatever. Besides, it's time for MOAR TOILETS
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We have a Lawn Fairy. I have *no idea* who the hell this guy is- but he shows up every so often to cut the grass around the ruins and the three vacant houses next door; and since our place lies in between, he usually cuts our lawn, too. We've never spoken to this guy. No money has ever changed hands, and I don't think our landlords pay him because
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On Christmas Day, secretwalls's TV blew up. 8:30 AM Easter Sunday, and Harle and I are crawling around in the bathroom, REPLACING A BUSTED TOILET SEAT.
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Meaning that once again, I return from my hiatus with news of BROKEN TOILETS. Next up: CARS.