Ugh, I feel like ass today.
I have this neighbor, Wings (yes, that's his real name), that I met through some good ol' neighbourly helping. He and his wife were trying to move this giant entertainment center that was patched together with particle board to the garbage. I saw them strugglin with it so I offer to help. Just being nice.
Yesterday I see them outside with this huge box in their truck. Wings asks me if I can help him out with something. I say sure. He cuts the box open and there is a 60 inch flat screen TV in there that they won on a radio show. He asks me to help him move this TV up the stairs to his apartment. I can't say "no." He goes to find another guy to help him and he ends up finding the skinniest guy in our complex.
We have to move this behemoth fucking TV up the stairs to their apartment. After it crushes me on the stairs and causes something in my lower left shoulder to pop we get it into the apartment. I decline my payment of a six pack of Budweiser.
I look at the box that the TV was in and the thing weighs a mere 450 lbs.
I also had to pick up my sister in Tempe, take her to North Phoenix for a dentists appointment then drive her back. As I get back here she calls me and lets me know that she forgot her debit card at the restaurant we ate at. The restaurant is a mile from my house and about 40 miles from her house. She said I could just give it to her next time I see her but I worry about my sisters. I didn't want her to be stuck without her card and stuff so I take it to her.
Needless to say yesterday was busy. I drive back and forth between here and Tempe three times (240 miles), help my neighbour lug a 450 lb TV up a flight stairs, and have something go wrong with my shoulder.
At least the only thing I have to do today is go the gym and jog for thirty minutes. It's going to suck because my ass is sore from that fucking TV. Oh well.
To you (you know who you are.)
I have this neighbor, Wings (yes, that's his real name), that I met through some good ol' neighbourly helping. He and his wife were trying to move this giant entertainment center that was patched together with particle board to the garbage. I saw them strugglin with it so I offer to help. Just being nice.
Yesterday I see them outside with this huge box in their truck. Wings asks me if I can help him out with something. I say sure. He cuts the box open and there is a 60 inch flat screen TV in there that they won on a radio show. He asks me to help him move this TV up the stairs to his apartment. I can't say "no." He goes to find another guy to help him and he ends up finding the skinniest guy in our complex.
We have to move this behemoth fucking TV up the stairs to their apartment. After it crushes me on the stairs and causes something in my lower left shoulder to pop we get it into the apartment. I decline my payment of a six pack of Budweiser.
I look at the box that the TV was in and the thing weighs a mere 450 lbs.
I also had to pick up my sister in Tempe, take her to North Phoenix for a dentists appointment then drive her back. As I get back here she calls me and lets me know that she forgot her debit card at the restaurant we ate at. The restaurant is a mile from my house and about 40 miles from her house. She said I could just give it to her next time I see her but I worry about my sisters. I didn't want her to be stuck without her card and stuff so I take it to her.
Needless to say yesterday was busy. I drive back and forth between here and Tempe three times (240 miles), help my neighbour lug a 450 lb TV up a flight stairs, and have something go wrong with my shoulder.
At least the only thing I have to do today is go the gym and jog for thirty minutes. It's going to suck because my ass is sore from that fucking TV. Oh well.
To you (you know who you are.)VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
jmand2:
right back at ya.
right back at ya.
calmer_than_you:
dude, M... Fri. i'm going to HP, give me a call you biatch!!