be careful when doing a google image search for the term “fuck money” lots of people consider fuck in this context as an adjective apparently
Yesterday was a somewhat busy day, I woke up, got the kiddos dressed and fed so they could get outside and enjoy a really nice day, parked myself on my couch and coded for a couple hours on zeropercentcards.com, and then made myself available to the day job testing team, who had come into the office to test our latest release. One of my coworkers happens to be a Pens fan (and notorious deskhumper) and so me (and the kids) and the testers were planning on meeting at PJ’s for lunch and watch some of the Flyers – Pens game. I, of course, wasted no time in giving him some grief… In any event, the Flyers won – woo.
The kids and I got back home and I put together my new (to me) bedroom set and got the old set stored away. This was not a great idea for my back, which since the accident has been extremely cranky. I worked on the hot lead to the heating element on the dryer to no avail. I’m tossing in the socket wrench and calling the professionals today. This blows (haha… dryer… blows… oh snap) because I’ve got more roof to repair, late property taxes, the goddamn-fucking-piece-of-shit completely-uncovered-by-my-dental-insurance root canal to pay for, and now this new unexpected expense. Kick ass. Fuck you money, right in your bitch ass.
*note… be careful when doing a google image search for the term “fuck money” lots of people consider fuck in this context as an adjective apparently.