You told me that you missed me...
...But you meant with the grill and hood
i am horrible at keeping up with everyone's blogs lately. for the most part, my life has been reduced to work, fight to stay awake, eat, sleep. but i do go through every so often and read. so those of you as haven't stopped already (and there are alot of you, turns out, jesus), don't stop.
if a man casually and disinterestedly says, "yeah, she's cute." to another female, nine times outta ten, he means he wants to have her real savage over a couch/counter/car hood.
when it isn't storming like crazy, it is so hot that even fred won't come out.
i forgot to mention in my job description: shucking dead fish.
a few weeks ago, due to lack of rain, and overabundance of algae in one of the ponds, we had what is charmingly referred to as a "fish kill."
quite simply put, the fish run out of oxygen, shuffle off this mortal coil, and go tits up.
so it was my job to take a long-handled net, and pull the carcasses (hundreds of them, no exaggeration) to the shore to be dumped into the front loader with pitchforks and buried somewhere quiet.
the stink that came off the bodies stuck in my nose for days.
but i didn't throw up.
which is about as positive as i can get at the tail end of that story, hahaha.
darth sardonic
i am horrible at keeping up with everyone's blogs lately. for the most part, my life has been reduced to work, fight to stay awake, eat, sleep. but i do go through every so often and read. so those of you as haven't stopped already (and there are alot of you, turns out, jesus), don't stop.
if a man casually and disinterestedly says, "yeah, she's cute." to another female, nine times outta ten, he means he wants to have her real savage over a couch/counter/car hood.
when it isn't storming like crazy, it is so hot that even fred won't come out.
i forgot to mention in my job description: shucking dead fish.
a few weeks ago, due to lack of rain, and overabundance of algae in one of the ponds, we had what is charmingly referred to as a "fish kill."
quite simply put, the fish run out of oxygen, shuffle off this mortal coil, and go tits up.
so it was my job to take a long-handled net, and pull the carcasses (hundreds of them, no exaggeration) to the shore to be dumped into the front loader with pitchforks and buried somewhere quiet.
the stink that came off the bodies stuck in my nose for days.
but i didn't throw up.
which is about as positive as i can get at the tail end of that story, hahaha.
darth sardonic
Labels: alkaline trio, i have no life, randomness
posted by darth sardonic at 2:32 AM
9 Comments:
Ok. That's pretty icky.
(1) You need to hire a cute female to read others' blogs to you every night after tucking you in.
(2) "Hi" to Fred out there on the 18th.
(3) The car hood sounds good, but not on a hot day.
(4) Nice Hamlet reference.
(5) Holy fish tits, Batman!!
z--yes, it was, very, and for two days.
lara--lol, and:
1) you're hired. though i can't pay you anything.
2) fred says hi back
3) ummmmmm, (leaves for several moments, comes back)
4) ty
5) yes, exactly what i was thinking
Aah, fighting to stay awake... I can relate.
ty krissie, and glad to see you're still around, at least a little
Job sounds gross... but guess it pays the bills.
Life is jusst so damned inconveinent when it gets in the way of blogging!
hahaha byrd, indeed. and the job is great, it just has the occasional icky thing that i have to do. like any job, really.
Oh my... dear dear. I'm rubish at keeping up with other blogs too so don't worry, youre not alone. Good to know you're still out here!!
ty sparx--still out here, and still read everyone's blog when i can beg borrow or steal some time to sit down and read them.
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