PSUFAN wrote:Stalks of celery? Mike Backer's hog?
Read OCMike and RACK him.
Thanks. Mike Backer resets are always money in my book.
BTW, the only reason we went there is because my parents were talked into "taking a turn" cleaning up the house by the octo-ninto-gen...old fuckers kids because they were sick of doing it. See, these two geezers were so fucking ready to just lay down and die that they didn't care about a damn thing. They'd eat microwave meals and toss the empty container on the floor, behind a chair, onto a stack of
other empty microwave containers...pretty much wherever suited them. So there were piles of trash several feet high all around the living room and the place smelled like Paul's bathroom a few hours after a baked beans eating contest. Add in the flies and roaches and, well, it was a solid "10" on the fucking putrid scale.
So me and my sisters made ourselves scarce, while hoping we wouldn't be asked to help, as my parents cleaned up that shithole.
After they were done, my Old Man was so pissed that he called his cousin and bitched him out using words that would make Dan Vogel cover his ears in horror. Needless to say, that was the last time we went down there for cleanup duty.
