So I own a big Great Dane dog-lady. I live in a condo. I pick this bitches turds up twice a day or more.
Yikes.
Suddenly I think today… this bitch Hot Carls my hands everyday through using thin plastic poop-bags.
Damn.
Walks away fast and snags earbuds on the doorknob
Bless you for actually picking it up though!
A few people near here never picks up their (big) dog’s shit when they walk them, - and as a result some of the walking paths are literal turd mine-fields. It’s a truly disgusting habit, but since it’s also pertfectly legal, there’s not much I can do about it.
I had exactly this earlier today. Turned out the crossfader of my old DJ mixer finally gave up all hope and went mental. Sounded like there was a slight distortion on everything, started to drive me crazy lol…
The problem is that with the level most teenagers play their systems today the speakers have probably been seriously damaged. As for the think that has tickled my “funny bone”, it has yet to arrive.
