This project hasn't been easy so far - the carpet is fo' shizzle on the to-do list, since it's got some blue spots that'll probably never come out even with the use of the Kilo Memorial Steam Cleaner; Scott can barely lift his arms (apparently paint-rolling the ceiling uses muscles that he doesn't usually use); and I, as the designated cutter-inner, took so many trips up and down the ladder that my thighs are still burning.It has urban slang, a reference to cat pee, and burning thighs. I should've been an English major - this could be Beowulf for the 2010's, people! Now leave me a damn comment before I start posting YouTube videos of my childhood.
Too late!
1 comment:
You're so right! That sentence was chock full of coolness!
I was an English Major ... so in my current job I am smart enough to say, "May I help the next guest?" instead of, "can I help who's next?"
I also know how to pronounce "entry only" properly!
So, is this for here or to go?
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