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PC is coming over to inspect the toilet tomorrow. He thinks he might have to replace the flange, because it rocks back and forth rather alarmingly and water occasionally seeps from underneath. Joy. Of course, my mother added to my distress by chiming in with, "You'll be falling through the floor in there."
Thanks, Mom. As if I wasn't worried enough, what with the fact that the only toilet I can comfortably use might be decommissioned for a while. Must you always open your idiotic cakehole?
Other than that, life is fine. I woke up to my annual Easter candy hunt and spent the afternoon chawing on chocolate rabbits and watching Gordon Ramsay chew on incompetent chefs and wannabe entrepreneurs. Sometimes I wish he would chew on my mother. Chew her up and spit her out and walk her fat ass dry and garnish the lumpy remains with a slice of tamarind.
If he's unavailable or uninterested in the job, I'll gladly accept Till Lindemmann and his flamethrower as a substitute.
Now I'm going to faff about on the Internet and wait for Ultimate Recipe Showdown.
Thanks, Mom. As if I wasn't worried enough, what with the fact that the only toilet I can comfortably use might be decommissioned for a while. Must you always open your idiotic cakehole?
Other than that, life is fine. I woke up to my annual Easter candy hunt and spent the afternoon chawing on chocolate rabbits and watching Gordon Ramsay chew on incompetent chefs and wannabe entrepreneurs. Sometimes I wish he would chew on my mother. Chew her up and spit her out and walk her fat ass dry and garnish the lumpy remains with a slice of tamarind.
If he's unavailable or uninterested in the job, I'll gladly accept Till Lindemmann and his flamethrower as a substitute.
Now I'm going to faff about on the Internet and wait for Ultimate Recipe Showdown.
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