What the hell have I gotten myself into? Why did I agree to go paintballing tomorrow with a bunch of brutes? They are going to kill me… I started receiving shit talking SMS messages last night from the boys. A sampling of the threats: You motherfucker. I’m going to light your ass up during paintball […]
I know that sounds almost perverse, but I am being serious. My stupid property management company better fix the damned leaky ceiling! It is ruining my coffee table.