Q: CONAN, WHAT IS BEST IN LIFE?
A: TO CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES, SEE THEM DRIVEN BEFORE YOU, AND TO HEAR THE LAMENTATIONS OF THEIR WOMEN!
Well carpet probably doesn’t have women, but it has certainly been my enemy the past few days. 3 days ago I would have never considered myself handy whatsoever, but two crowbars later and I am well on my way to becoming Tim Allen (sans cocaine, unfortunately). I will try and have some pictures of the before and after of my labors but so far things are going well. Carpet is fucking disgusting, and if you have it, I don’t like you.
So yea FML, ripping up carpet and shit. It is shitty work, well ripping up the carpet isnt because you just have to get a corner going and the whole thing comes up like big scab (awesome). If the carpet is fucking gnarly like mine was, shit will go everywhere and you will probably get cancer. The worst part however are the fucking tack strips.
Those motherfuckers screw/nail into the ground and have little sharp tetanus-y tacks sticking out to hold the carpet down. They are placed around the permiter of whichever room has carpet in it. To remove them, one takes a crowbar and places it in front of the nail, hits that SOB with a rubber mallet till it gets under there and then pry for all you are worth.
So yea what is a lazy no good pothead like myself doing laboring away in my shit palace? I honestly don’t know, but despite it being absolutely shitty work, I have found myself enjoying it. *shudder*
I guess since soph tagged me with some bs about 6 stupid things that make me happy I will write them here, but won’t tag anybody else because I hate everybody (but I love you!)
1.) New D’Addario XL110’s on smelly
2.) New sack day
3.) driving with the windows down
4.) nappin with jp
ok I ran out, that is all that makes me happy.
ps – upon rereading this post it has enough ’shits’ to qualify for the lahey seal of fame
