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When I bought my condo, it came with a smallish storage locker in the basement. Having lived here for 18 months, I figured it was time to start storing stuff in it. Leftover paint, construction adhesive, stuff I didn’t want to look at daily, etc. So I found my storage locker…

Only to find that the bimbo that lived here before me didn’t empty it out. So my storage area was full of her shit. And it was locked. With a padlock. Off to Home Depot to rent bolt cutters…

$10.44 later, I evict her junk from my locker. A bunch of guy’s football trophies, photos, a prom dress, and a Christmas tree stand. And Rollerblades. All gone. In the trash.

I feel so much better now.

(Yeah, I’ve used construction adhesive in my condo. I know you’re aroused.)

After coming back from a wedding in Salem, Mass., the beta male kitten, Hannibal, was stepped on. While not usually a cause for concern, there was blood on his left front paw and he wasn’t putting any weight on it. The next day it was off to the vet.

I’ve had the cats less than two months and already a trip to the vet for injuries. He’ll be fine, but I’m annoyed. Cats should be more impact-resistent. Somebody get Pfizer on this.

And there are three cats in my house right now. Walter, Hannibal and Clarice. The two males are pretty cool, while Clarice is a complete bitch. She bites everything, including me, all paper, and her siblings. She gets lots of blasts with the compressed air. Walter, named after John Goodman’s character in ‘The Big Lebowski’, is going back home on Thursday. (”That rug really tied the room together, did it not?”) Walter is clearly the alpha male. He runs things.

That leaves me with two cats, like I always planned. Unless Clarice calms down, I’ll have one cat and a furry head cover for my driver.

Today they’re all going to the vet for shots, which should be fun. Hannibal will get his paw checked out again, but I think he’ll be fine. I’m sure this will run about $300 for some damn shots and a look at a paw.

I need a free DynDNS client.
how about you write one, you chicken-neck dickweed?

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We decided to hit a casino over the weekend. I wanted to play some blackjack, and there wasn’t much else to do. On the way out the door, the gf was given $3 to buy milk on the way back from the casino. Guess what happened? We had barely walked in the door when the gf lost the $3 on the slots.

She went from a respectable woman to a gambling addict in 5 seconds.