The Rooter assholes are giving me money, the cost of the chimney liner, which is more than the other Rooter people said it should cost for a new one. I can't think about this until I see the money.
No email from the dental group. Hmm. So no purchase of plane tickets on the crappy plane.
Big Daddy found a worse shop than the one that required flashlights to see anything.
I feel like I am in one of those old Japanese movies where the mouths do not match the words. Just like BD saw last night in Shenzhen on the expensive cable TV.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
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