Finally finished the painting and trim work in my kitchen... not a square fucking wall or door casing or flush piece of drywall in sight, but I'll be damned if the trim doesn't fit like a glove. All the trim was planed and ripped down from piece-of-shit cedar fence planks, custom fit for some fucked up corners, lots of weird planing and rabbiting to get shit to fit flush... and it's all sanded, stained with some nice Danish Oil, and nailed in place. Fucked up one mitre joint in a corner that nobody but me will notice, so I'm fucking happy with it. Combine that with 5 coats of red paint, and it's been a lot of work for a very nice change in the kitchen. Next up are a pair of custom cabinets in the kitchen that I've already started in on. I'm damn tired... so much so that I'm hungry, but too tired to make or order food... but I notice I have a handle of spiced rum and a handle of Crown... so I think I'll be drinking my calories tonight while catching up with some Master Chief.
Damn. Come do my house. I have a couple things that have been on my to do list for some time because I simply loathe painting. Painting has literally made me cry.
So I ended up a strip club before dark. In the VIP section two fat Mexicans were passed the FUCK OUT. No idea how they weren't asked to leave. Girls kept going up there and coming back with bills, from rifling through their pockets. One sat on this fat fuck's pork jowl face to get him up. No go. That shit's embarrassing. How do you get bottle service at 4 pm then fall asleep? #KINGOFTHECLUB Friend of mine was black out drunk and she got up on stage at least 5 times. Really thought we would be asked to leave. But, no, that shit is good for business apparently. There were some C-section scars. Also, full nude. Saw so many buttholes. One girl was shit hammered. Slurring her words. "Like, I'm mosssstly Irish. You got a girl? I be you girrrl tonightttt."
Best Buy service plans are the shit. Had one on my TV. When ny TV fucked up, they sent a dude out, fixed it and were right on their way. Also, for smaller electronics it's awesome. Huge for gamers as you get one for a controller or mouse and you can just start replacing that bitch every 6 months.
Home Depot used to have a warranty on plants. It was awesome. Do up your entire house, and anything that died within a year, take it back and get a new one. Used to know a bunch of university students that would do up their entire place at the start of school (cuz chicks dig plants), they'd die off over the summer, and they'd redo everything all over again in the fall.
Now... I may be a bit drunk, and hungry... but this made me laugh. The mix of high-tech 3D printing automation knowledge/education and the infatuation with spray cheese is hilarious.
I was almost killed by a can of Easy Cheese. The can had long since been emptied into drunk teenage gullets, and we tossed it into the fire. "Its empty!" "What could happen!?" BANG!!! MOTHERFUCKERS!! Shrapnel flew around us. Bits of Easy Cheese deposited themselves in our hair and ears. Now I have the respect. For the Easy Cheese. Homey ain't playin'
"Hey everybody, look at me while I try to put on these pants! LOL, OMG!" Not that I'm not looking or anything . . . .
Just ran across this: http://www.durahook.com/products/free-sample-durahook-coat-hook A free sample of a coat hook, delivered anywhere in the US, UK, or Canada. I just ordered one. Cheapest drunk purchase I've ever made.
Ummm, "trailer park"? What he described is pretty much the pre-req of every strip bar on this continent. "Strip clubs" and "classy" go together like jam bands and sober people.
Just because it wasn't in or near a trailer park does not mean the people working or patronizing this fine establishment did not live in a trailer park. The Trailer Park is also the name of the strip club I will now open. With a name like that what could go wrong? "Why is the stage surrounded by chicken wire? And why is the only song played the theme from Rawhide?" In other news I got 5 hours of sleep because I drank half a gallon of energy drink in a bid to lay off the booze. So, no booze, but 5 hours of sleep and tachycardia. SOBER LIVING, folks. Jesus fuck if this is how rehab people feel just have a fucking beer.
My neighbor next to my new rental has done two things over the past week which make me question what the fuck is up with them: The guy got on a bike, attached one of those little kid chariots to it, and promptly the girl, who I assume is his wife/girlfriend, got in the little kid chariot and off they went. Why? They were up at five o' clock in the morning using a hide drum, playing a song I think that was from the band Dead Can Dance and dancing about their backyard fire-pit I guess I should just cut the Gordian Knot and introduce myself and attempt to gain understanding of them.