Yessiree, it just keeps gettin funnier, i tell ya...But first i'll caution you. if you can't handle a vividly imagination, dislike the gross shit (heh) and or are otherwise easily offended or bored by ridiculous details, don't crawl up my ass if you keep readin, cuz it gets bad from here on
last night, after both a full day and a full week of slingin around full sheets of plywood (8 feet by 4) climbin 50 bazillion ladder steps, and wrestling a sheet of plastic wider than any bed i've ever been on, and 150 feet long, i come "home" to find the has puked on the front door, pissed on the living room carpet and exploded out his ass onto the kitchen floor. Poor pup, he even looked kinda upset, sick and embarrassed. Not too incidentally to the scene the dog only weighs in at 20 lbs less than me, ie about 10.7 stone, .068 metric tons, or 40,973,964,816,827,848,752,040,248,904.0973964816827855e+28 atomic mass unit [1998]. This is roughly about the same as a bag and a half of cement, with bowel problems, laying a sizeable portion of his last major meal onto the floor after a mediocre attempt at digestion. Suffice to say the smell was truly awful. Now imagine all i wanted to do was chill out, check the site, email, maybe drink a beer eat and pass out. Better yet don't imagine it, just sort believe me. it's true, for reals. SO, i make sure the dog is ok, which he is (moreorless) and procede to ninja wrap my head in a fashion that allows breathing without smelling. A roll and a half of papertowels, two hefty ziplock bags, three trashbags later i'm thanking god for the pure genius that invented the wet swiffer. I swear if i meet that person, i'm kissin em full on the lips if i have to get arrested to do it. about the time i'm done, my friend (the dogs owner) gets home, about when i realize he owes me a big ass favor. sorry no pun intended, really
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Doesn't that sound fun!! I thought you might agree!! i'm thinkin i'll do that every week.
no, no not really
However as shitty and as enervating 
as my week has been, I'm saved and graced with a couple of new brightest of bright highlights, you know who you are
last night, after both a full day and a full week of slingin around full sheets of plywood (8 feet by 4) climbin 50 bazillion ladder steps, and wrestling a sheet of plastic wider than any bed i've ever been on, and 150 feet long, i come "home" to find the has puked on the front door, pissed on the living room carpet and exploded out his ass onto the kitchen floor. Poor pup, he even looked kinda upset, sick and embarrassed. Not too incidentally to the scene the dog only weighs in at 20 lbs less than me, ie about 10.7 stone, .068 metric tons, or 40,973,964,816,827,848,752,040,248,904.0973964816827855e+28 atomic mass unit [1998]. This is roughly about the same as a bag and a half of cement, with bowel problems, laying a sizeable portion of his last major meal onto the floor after a mediocre attempt at digestion. Suffice to say the smell was truly awful. Now imagine all i wanted to do was chill out, check the site, email, maybe drink a beer eat and pass out. Better yet don't imagine it, just sort believe me. it's true, for reals. SO, i make sure the dog is ok, which he is (moreorless) and procede to ninja wrap my head in a fashion that allows breathing without smelling. A roll and a half of papertowels, two hefty ziplock bags, three trashbags later i'm thanking god for the pure genius that invented the wet swiffer. I swear if i meet that person, i'm kissin em full on the lips if i have to get arrested to do it. about the time i'm done, my friend (the dogs owner) gets home, about when i realize he owes me a big ass favor. sorry no pun intended, really
.
Doesn't that sound fun!! I thought you might agree!! i'm thinkin i'll do that every week.
no, no not really
However as shitty
and as enervating as my week has been, I'm saved and graced with a couple of new brightest of bright highlights, you know who you are
~cheers