Showing posts with label fuckers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fuckers. Show all posts

Thursday, April 10, 2008

I've Been a Little Distracted

Once again, my blogging has stalled due to unforeseen events.

I have a new housemate.

This is my new housemate.



He showed up with about a hundred of his friends last week. Don't recognize him? Here are a few of his family members, also residing in my home.




Termites. Damned termites. Munching on the wood within the walls of my house.

I am not a happy camper.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

BREAKING NEWS


I'm here today to report some Breaking News to you.






Here it is.





You're not going to believe it.





Seriously.




People Have Sex Because It Feels Good.





I

am

stunned.





Please forgive my labeling frenzy. I couldn't help myself.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Random Thought #5: Chrysler? Crapsler!


Chrysler's suck. Really. See the picture? Chrysler, down the swirly.

Regular maintenance/tune-up actions can not be performed by the owner. You must take your vehicle into the dealer. For example, the fuel filter is supposed to be changed every 30,000 miles. What does it take to replace the fuel filter in the convertible? YOU HAVE TO DROP THE FUCKING FUEL TANK. Seriously. You have to drain it, drop it and then replace the filter. God forbid you'd have to replace the fuel pump. Guess where the geniuses at Chrysler put that? Inside the tank.

I just got off the phone with the Disservice Department. I'd called to find out how much it would cost to get my spark plugs and wires changed. See, it's impossible to do this minor little maintenance task yourself. Half the spark plugs are located in an inaccessible place (for the home mechanic) in the engine compartment. Guess how much it costs... gone on, guess.

Guessing?

Guess high, now.


$401.00

I'm guessing that one dollar there is Chrysler's way of saying, "HA! We have you bent over the fender and we're not using lube! Take that! And a little more!"