The piece of shit can-opener that resides in this house must be replaced. Aaaaaagh! I almost gave myself a stroke with the anger that was just generated in opening 2 cans of fucking beans. Are beans worth dying for? I think not. Especially not the kind of beans that come out of a damn can.
I borrowed the Reverend's suggestion for building cornbread from the comments section of this post and I can't wait to eat some of it for breakfast tomorrow.
I'm taking advantage of Sweety's absence to watch The Hills Have Eyes. He's a big chicken and won't watch scary movies. Hopefully, he'll get home before I sit here and get too freaked out by it.
Stinky dog just sneezed and farted at the same time. This caused me to laugh until I started coughing and then I coughed hard enough to piss myself. Stinky & I are quite an attractive pair.
Sweety isn't home. He bowled today and then went with his buddies to eat and drink beer at one of those restaurants where they have scantily clad waitresses. He asked me if I wanted to go but I don't feel like looking at that much tit tonight.
Well, son of a bitch. I burnt the beans. I didn't really want to eat the shit that's stuck to the bottom of the pan anyway.