Damn things are fucking CANNONS!

Those plastic 3 Wheelers came out a little late in my childhood but I can identify.

Although I can see where it could come in handy in certain situations.

Even though this is a parody I have lived in a couple of POS trailers and RV’s that were an inch away from being scrapped. One trailer had both front seams blown out and you could see daylight through them. Another POS Dodge camper’s roof leaked so bad I had to sleep with bowls on the bed to catch the rain water, unsuccesfully.

Dirty motherfuckers.

I quit believing anything they say a long time ago.

I ain’t so sure I trust AI either.

Just sayin’.

A single, lonely, brain cell reaching out for connections…

In futility.

Too stupid to pay attention to what is in the road.

Only in America bitches.

I went out in the garage yesterday about ten minutes before I had to go to work to drop something off and discovered a bunch of water in the middle of the floor. Because there are machines and crap all over it took about thirty seconds for me to trace it back to the water heater. There was a steady drip coming out from under it and landing on the floor.

Insert your favorite profanity here, I’m know I used several.

I didn’t have time to mess with it so I grabbed a drain pan and threw under it because it’s up on a stand and headed out.

When I got home I went and checked on it and had to empty the drain pan. I figure it’s leaking about a gallon every six hours.

So I just spent all damn day cleaning out a pathway for whoever it is that is going to get to change it out.

The back of the truck is completely full of shit that I am going to take to the dump.

This is a rental so the rental management outfit gets to handle that.

Now that someone can actually get to it I have to figure out how to get in touch with this management outfit on a weekend.

It’s been a couple of years since I’ve had to do that, last time it was the dishwasher finally shit the bed as I recall.

I want to say that I have to email them through some fucking portal that requires a password.

This is going to be fun.

I’m thinking by the time I get that figured out and they finally send someone out here to replace this thing it will be Tuesday at the earliest. In the meantime I get to dump that drain pan ever few hours and it will be full by the time I get home from work Monday.

Joy Joy, it never ends.