Greek Turds
So it's summer right? and after living in this house for almost 12 years...we are FINALLY getting a deck in our backyard.
Today two members of the construction team came over (two hours later than scheduled) and measured the backyard space. They were Greek men. One of them had to use the bathroom.
He, oh so politely, asked if he could use the bathroom. OF COURSE, I didn't turn him away. SO...I think nothing of it, which I shouldn't have in the first place. I'm doing my own thing, and after he leaves the bathroom he goes back to measuring. About twenty minutes later, they say they are finished and they leave. About 10 minutes after they leave, I was a little hungry, so I decide I'm going to go into the downstairs bathroom (where he was) to get a quick check of exactly how wild I'm looking before I walk out of the door...WHY AM I HIT WITH FUNK GALORE?
I almost died. Now I know sometimes people say that to be funny, but I kid you not. MY BREATH WAS TAKEN AWAY! I was smothered by the remnants of the funkiest a$$ I think I have ever encountered! Now if a person knows me well, they KNOW, I can sit back and talk some sh!t (literally) for hours...for days, even. BUT THIS HERE made me immediately back out of the room...and my eyes naturally bulged because I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS MAN DROPPED A BOMB LIKE THAT OUTSIDE OF HIS OWN HOUSE! It just wasn't right.
Soo..I'm freaked out, have completely lost my appetite, and have gained a fear of that bathroom. LOL.
About three hours later, my Mom tells me (over the phone) that MAYBE the STUFF didn't flush...which is why it was so strong. Because of the weakness I encountered, I called Triniece (who I'd already explained the situation to) for back-up. Do you know I lifted that lid and there was a clumpy chunk there?! YUCKKKKK....
The whole team is coming tommorow morning. How will I look Funky Booty in the eye as a decent man?
Today two members of the construction team came over (two hours later than scheduled) and measured the backyard space. They were Greek men. One of them had to use the bathroom.
He, oh so politely, asked if he could use the bathroom. OF COURSE, I didn't turn him away. SO...I think nothing of it, which I shouldn't have in the first place. I'm doing my own thing, and after he leaves the bathroom he goes back to measuring. About twenty minutes later, they say they are finished and they leave. About 10 minutes after they leave, I was a little hungry, so I decide I'm going to go into the downstairs bathroom (where he was) to get a quick check of exactly how wild I'm looking before I walk out of the door...WHY AM I HIT WITH FUNK GALORE?
I almost died. Now I know sometimes people say that to be funny, but I kid you not. MY BREATH WAS TAKEN AWAY! I was smothered by the remnants of the funkiest a$$ I think I have ever encountered! Now if a person knows me well, they KNOW, I can sit back and talk some sh!t (literally) for hours...for days, even. BUT THIS HERE made me immediately back out of the room...and my eyes naturally bulged because I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS MAN DROPPED A BOMB LIKE THAT OUTSIDE OF HIS OWN HOUSE! It just wasn't right.
Soo..I'm freaked out, have completely lost my appetite, and have gained a fear of that bathroom. LOL.
About three hours later, my Mom tells me (over the phone) that MAYBE the STUFF didn't flush...which is why it was so strong. Because of the weakness I encountered, I called Triniece (who I'd already explained the situation to) for back-up. Do you know I lifted that lid and there was a clumpy chunk there?! YUCKKKKK....
The whole team is coming tommorow morning. How will I look Funky Booty in the eye as a decent man?