Maybe I should have heeded the advise of this photo and grabbed a cupcake last night at 1:30 a.m. when my upstairs neighbor was keeping me awake with enough noise to make me think she and four friends were dancing along to ONJ's "Physical" video. But instead I reached in my closet for my broom, held it firmly in both hands, and whacked it against the ceiling. And down came the spackle (or whatever my ceiling is made of). Yep, I made a nice hole about two inches in diameter. The best part was explaining my late-night rage to Angelo, maintenance extraordinaire, this morning.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
The Hole Story
Maybe I should have heeded the advise of this photo and grabbed a cupcake last night at 1:30 a.m. when my upstairs neighbor was keeping me awake with enough noise to make me think she and four friends were dancing along to ONJ's "Physical" video. But instead I reached in my closet for my broom, held it firmly in both hands, and whacked it against the ceiling. And down came the spackle (or whatever my ceiling is made of). Yep, I made a nice hole about two inches in diameter. The best part was explaining my late-night rage to Angelo, maintenance extraordinaire, this morning.
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You want me to break some skulls? I'll do it for a cupcake.
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