I Think It Says Something About Me That I Immediately Went to the Internets for Help Instead of Finding Out What Was Going On
Um. There is a crazy man I’ve never seen before in my life in my yard with a chainsaw.
And my pear tree is missing.
Update:
Um. So. Apparently my dad1 hates pears.
So he found a hobo on the street.
Handed him a chainsaw.
And was like, “Hey, man, go to town. Also, have some bacon.”
And now the man with the chainsaw is screaming, “YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!” every time he revs that shit up.
It sounds like an episode of CSI: Miami up in this bitch.
I wish my life was boring.
- I get my GENES from this man. How freaking scary is that? ↩



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