Nooser!
I just had to do it. Sorry guys. Anyway, the pun is for the following reason:
My shower is decapitated. Again. I would show you a photo of it but just as I went to get a picture, my dad fixed the shower. And I'm not going to break it again just to- hey! That's an idea!
Anywho, the shower became a tube with a smaller tube sticking out of it, and my dad bent the end of the smaller tube back into the larger tube. So it's like this:
That's it. Everytime I shower with that I get suicidal thoughts.
Me: My shower is broken! I'm going to kill myself! Hey, that's convenient.
I went out to get those OBS T-shirts my sis (bigger, both in age and mas- nevermind) was bugging me for. It turns out the souvenier shop person (whose name I shall not mention) postponed the meeting by thirty minutes on the day itself. She kept asking me if it was okay and I said, "Yeah, it's fine". When I hung up I said "Phew".
Actually, when I got there, it was thirty minutes early. So I hung around City Hall. Halfway, some girl who was around eighteen to twenty (I've never been good at telling ages.) and asked me if I could help her. So I said, "It depends." And then suddenly, phwoom! This dude in an office shirt almost drags her away into this other group of teenagers, and I say "Phew!" I really have no freakin idea what that was all about, but at least I managed to plant the- nevermind.
Oh yeah. Awesome barbecue party tomorrow. I wonder why Damien asked me to bring suntan lotion...
No comments:
Post a Comment