My house isn’t exactly an episode of “Seventh Heaven” right now

Posted in Can you say "retarded"?, Hell on Earth cu etichete , , , , , , , , on septembrie 16, 2008 by nudautografe

Living with seven perfect strangers under the same roof for 4 months is hard enough, even without them using your toothbrush to clean their dirty pair of sneakers or your way-to-expensive-salon-shampoo to wash their clothes. But when you have to deal with this on a daily basis, things will eventually go insane and one day you’ll just grab a perfectly sharp knife and chop off everybody’s heads.

So I thought you could use some tips on how to avoid commiting murder and spending the rest of your life in prison.

1. When a certain fuckhead brings his food to your room, instead of eating it in the kitchen, like normal people usually do, and then says he’s sorry, but there’s no TV in the kitchen and his stomach won’t correctly digest food if he doesn’t watch TV while eating, KEEP YOUR CALM! Just grab the stupid TV and move it to the kitchen. See how easy that was? Oh, and don’t grab the kinfe on your way back!

2. If some other spoiled brat leaves his dirty dishes in your room after he’s finished eating, do not panic! He’s probably one of those really cool and sophisticated artists who think a dirty plate adds a certain charm to the room, when it’s placed on the bed. Just grab the plate and move it on HIS bed; we don’t want your room to be more charming than his, do we?

3. Now if another loud and obnoxious dickhead lays his dirty feet on the table after finishing eating, it’s ok, just think happy thoughts, everything is good, do not look for that knife!

Actually …I have no peacefull idea for this one, so find that knife and cut both his legs. Just make sure he doesn’t bleed to death, we don’t want him dead, we just want him to suffer.

4. If one day you come home tired from work and on your couch you find two people practically having sex, DO NOT GET ANGRY! They’re not doing it just to get on your nerves, they are doing it because they are two horny pigs who can’t keep it in their pants for more than an hour and find very kinky and exotic having sex on your couch, instead of on their boring bed. Just pore a bucket of cold water on them, this should keep things cool. Do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT cut his balls with that knife! Oh, and try to erase that scene from your memory, there’s no need for you to puke on your couch every time you see it!

5. If one of the bitchfaces that lives with you constantly digs through your stuff and uses all your make-up, and everytime you bring a friend home she hits on him, pretending to be your “best-est friend”…you’re on your own…I’m still working on this.

6. You may also have difficulties keeping it cool when:

-you will find out that somebody has eaten your bread and drank your beer.

-you won’t get any sleep because of the loud music your fucker roommates are listening to, in the middle of the fucking night

-you will find some bastard’s underware on the bathroom floor. YUCK, dickhead?!?

7. If any of the above advices doesn’t work, grab that knife and solve things your one style, just don’t waste your energy throwing icy get-the-fuck-out-of-my-room-you-idiot-I’m-trying-to-get-dressed glances, it won’t work!

For more information on how to survive living with your worst enemies, log on to this blog next month, when we’ll have a Halloween special!

Until next time, try to stay out of prison and don’t forget your toothbrush and your shampoo in the bathroom!

Bored at work? Drawing stupid stuff on company’s napkins is the new Solitaire

Posted in I think I know, but I don't know why, I've got the world on a string cu etichete , , on septembrie 15, 2008 by nudautografe

Now R., dare say you’re not extremely proud of me, and I’ll break your beautiful neck.

It’s not the size that counts, it’s…no, wait, size DOES count!

Posted in God, if you can't make me thin, make my friends fat cu etichete , , , , , on septembrie 5, 2008 by nudautografe

I am so very sorry I can’t take a picture of Chris. But you’ll have to take my word for it, she’s a midget. Like…Have you ever seen a grown-up chimp female next to a grown-up human female? well…in this case I’m the human female.

So you can imagine my shock, my surprise, my utter astonishment when Chris pretended to be a normal size grown-up HUMAN; when she actually had the guts to say she’s the same size as I am!

Chris: Before you end your shift I need you to move the chocolate sprinkles boxes from the upper shelf to a lower one, so we can reach it better.

Me: Ok.

Chris (following me): You should use this step stool, otherwise you won’t be able to reach the boxes.

Me (astonished): Actually, I think I’ll be ok.

Chris : No, really, you should use this, I can never reach the boxes without using the step stool and I’m the same size as you are.

Me (uber-shocked): EXCUSE ME?

This from a woman who uses the step stool even when she has to use the toilet? NO, we’re not the same size!

Chris (already getting on my nerves): Here you go…just step on it.

Me: No thank you. (And if you don’t move out the way, maybe I’ll consider steping on YOU).

It was kind of cute watching Chris pretend she’s a normal-size human being. But then again, it kind of wasn’t. So I reached for the first box and handle it to her. “Here you go, see how easy it was?”.

Chris: Oh, I don’t know how you did that, you should be carefull not to hurt your back muscles. I can’t believe you can reach it, this is strange, isn’t it?

Yes, completelly bizarre. Now shoo.

Chris (obviously not giving up): Maybe your sneakers have high-platform..

C’MOOON!!! How sixth grade can you get? I’m taller, I’m smarter, I have bigger boobs, get over it!

Chris (satisfied with the fact that she had the last word in our little conversation): Ok then, I’ll leave the step stool here, just in case you need it.

Thanks, Captain Dwarf, sir!

30.10.2008. Chris’s last day working for Kohr Bros. But who’s counting?

Posted in Can you say "retarded"?, I've got the world on a string cu etichete , , , , , on august 24, 2008 by nudautografe

I have three words for you: MU-Haha-HAHA! Long story short, after I quit my job at the icecream store, Bob, a.k.a. the district manager, a.k.a. Chris’s boss, called me and asked me to come back, promising me that I won’t have to work 7 days a week or sale my soul to Chris.

Now Chris is mad as a box of frogs and she told Bob that if i don’t leave, she will. Bob said “ok, see ya!”. And now she’s looking for another job. She’ll be gone by the 1st of october.

Now how cool is that?

Hi, my name is Idiot.

Posted in Bad hair day, Can you say "retarded"? cu etichete , , , on august 24, 2008 by nudautografe

Me (while browsing the web, for a SPF moisturizer): Oh, look, this looks nice! and it says I can have a free 14 days trial! WHOA, I should get this!

Me (after 4 days, when the moisturizer has been delivered to my door): Yey, my free moisturizer is here! I’ll be high all day!

Me (after the 14 days trial, heading to the door, after hearing a buzz): Hey there, delivery guy, what’s up?

UPS delivery guy (with a bored face): Delivery ma’am. Is this for you?

Me (confused): Ummm…no…I’m not expecting anything…

UPS delivery guy (extremely bored face): Well, is this your name, ma’am?

Me (trying my best not to slap him in his face): Yes, it is, just hand me the damn package, I’ll sign for it!

Me (more confused than ever): Ummm…It’s a new moisturizer…only bigger…and it says 31 days supply…I wonder what’s the deal with this one…

Me (checking my bank account): Hooolly SHIT!!! when did I spend $89??? damn it, it must be the moisturizer, but still…what the fuck?!?!

Me (checking the moisturizer page again): Ummm…..bla bla bla….bla-freakin-bla…doesn’t say anything about eighty-fucking-nine bucks!!!

Me (after 40 minutes, still checking the goddamn moisturizer page): ummm….bla-bla-bla…oh, I wonder what this tiny-whiny-little sign, in the tiny-whiny-little-hidden-recess of the page says…:

I understand that by ordering *##$$%%^^* moisturizer, I am agreeing to receive *##$$%%^^* moisturizer for a free 14-day trial period (days of availability for actual usage could be less depending on shipping time) beginning on date of order. $4.00 (non-refundable) for S&P. I understand that unless I cancel by calling 1-801-208-7499 within this 14-day period, beginning on the 15th day my credit card will automatically be charged $89.31 (Free Shipping) for a 31 day supply of *##$$%%^^* moisturizer to be shipped at that time to my door. Thereafter, until and unless I cancel, my credit card will automatically be charged an additional $89.31 every 31 days for a new supply of *##$$%%^^* moisturizer. I understand that I may cancel any future shipments Monday through Friday by calling 1-801-208-7499. Our hours of operation are from 8am to 5pm MST.I understand that this consumer transaction involves a negative option and that I may be liable for payment of future goods and services, under the terms of this agreement, if I fail to notify the supplier not to supply the goods or services described.

Me (hanging on my last hope): huh, that’s ok, I’ll just return the stupid moisturizer in its original, unopened, packaging, and tell the dickheads to give me my money back. Yup, that’s what I’ll do. I wonder if I can find the returning adress on this page…umm….I wonder what this other tiny-whiny-little sign says…ummm…let’s see…zooooom…:

We do not accept returns on any products that have been shipped.

Me (practically numb and hopeless): Gosh, I truly am an idiot.