General chit chat and shit talk.

Home from the Zeppelin movie. There were only 9 or 10 of us in the theater that probably sits 250 or so.1741228048988.png

If you're a Zeppelin fan, great movie!! They had the volume pretty cranked for it. It covered them from the beginning through Led Zeppelin II. I learned a few interesting facts. John Paul Jones (Bassist) helped arrange the song "To sir, with love" as sung by Lulu in the film. Jimmy Page played on hits like "As tears go by" sung by Marianne Faithfull and Petula Clark's "Downtown".
All in all, a well spent 2 hours!!
 
There were only 9 or 10 of us in the theater that probably sits 250 or so
A correction:
The Main Theater boasts 750 seats, a full stage, lighting and sound, backstage facilities and the largest movie screen in Southern Vermont.
 
I asked my date to meet me at the gym. She never showed up. That's when I knew we weren't gonna work out.
I might actually use this joke at the gym. Lol.
 
My life finally has peace and order back in it. So I was renting a three bedroom house and met a guy I worked with that needed a place to stay, so I let him move in. Highly capable professionally, big money-maker, funny as fuck, good guy, but next level alcoholism. The kind where you’re in a suit making 8,000 dollars in one day on a Monday 9-5, then getting arrested 10 hours later for screaming “Stella” naked in the backyard of some strangers house 75 miles away.

That was a shit show, which, for reasons many enough to fill an entire season 1, lead to my living situation getting all fucked up when the lease ended. So next I had to stay in a friends guest bedroom for a month while pivoting to a new place despite having six months to prepare for a seamless transition into a long term homestead until I buy.

Moved into new place on December 16th, but had to furnish it in between working like 60 hours a week. After dropping thousands on this and that, my co-worker talked me into going pre-owned for my new living room set. I found a large sectional I really wanted, but they didn’t get back to me. Bought another one, which involved a shit show adventure up to pick it up. Heavy as fuck, especially coming off all my injuries from two years ago.

The next day the original people with the sectional I really wanted hit me up. I buy that one. Fast forward a few hours and I’m in sectional sofa hell. So much sofa and not enough room, so they’re stacked and flipped upside down on top of each other in an absolute anxiety-inducing shit show in my un-usable living room. Finally re-sell (and deliver) original sectional, and go buy giant TV.

The depth for TV stands on a 75 inch is more than 16 inches in depth. Every entertainment center or TV stand on this planet is 13.7 inches in depth.

I now spend a week in a new level of hell, stressed the fuck out of my mind, six months removed from having a fucking normal place to live in peace and fucking quiet.

Finally I have to fall back on my good old’ antique flat-surfaced wooden trunk from New England which could hold the weight of a tank.

Now my TV can finally go up after a week of living around massive cardboard TV boxes and trash and styrofoam with a TV and living room that isn’t even set up.

Anyway, finally made it to the finish line. My two bedroom house I got an awesome lease deal on is finally set back up with all my new furniture and all my shit and belongings I had in storage since coming down from Mass.

Feels good, man.
 
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My life finally has peace and order back in it. So I was renting a three bedroom house and met a guy I worked with that needed a place to stay, so I let him move in. Highly capable professionally, big money-maker, funny as fuck, good guy, but next level alcoholism. The kind where you’re in a suit making 8,000 dollars in one day on a Monday 9-5, then getting arrested 10 hours later for screaming “Stella” naked in the backyard of some strangers house 75 miles away.

That was a shit show, which, for reasons many enough to fill an entire season 1, lead to my living situation getting all fucked up when the lease ended. So next I had to stay in a friends guest bedroom for a month while pivoting to a new place despite having six months to prepare for a seamless transition into a long term homestead until I buy.

Moved into new place on December 16th, but had to furnish it in between working like 60 hours a week. After dropping thousands on this and that, my co-worker talked me into going pre-owned for my new living room set. I found a large sectional I really wanted, but they didn’t get back to me. Bought another one, which involved a shit show adventure up to pick it up. Heavy as fuck, especially coming off all my injuries from two years ago.

The next day the original people with the sectional I really wanted hit me up. I buy that one. Fast forward a few hours and I’m in sectional sofa hell. So much sofa and not enough room, so they’re stacked and flipped upside down on top of each other in an absolute anxiety-inducing shit show in my un-usable living room. Finally re-sell (and deliver) original sectional, and go buy giant TV.

The depth for TV stands on a 75 inch is more than 16 inches in depth. Every entertainment center or TV stand on this planet is 13.7 inches in depth.

I now spend a week in a new level of hell, stressed the fuck out of my mind, six months removed from having a fucking normal place to live in peace and fucking quiet.

Finally I have to fall back on my good old’ antique flat-surfaced wooden truck from New England which could hold the weight of a tank.

Now my TV can finally go up after a week of living around massive cardboard TV boxes and trash and styrofoam with a TV and living room that isn’t even set up.

Anyway, finally made it to the finish line. My two bedroom house I got an awesome lease deal on is finally set back up with all my new furniture and all my shit and belongings I had in storage since coming down from Mass.

Feels good, man.
I'm proud of you cuh
 
My boy caused a rat infestation in my old place. He’d come back shitfaced at like midnight when I was sleeping, pull a Djornio pizza out of the freeze, take it out, for some reason turn it upside down, drop toppings all over the floor, put the pizza down on the counter, then uber to a bar while leaving the door wide open until 6:30 in the morning when he’d come stumbling back.

I started coming home and seeing rats scurry across the kitchen and magically go beneath the dishwasher.

When I moved out, my 2K security deposit went up in smoke because, on top of that, he apparently lifted the cushion you sit on in the sofa in a side room, and vomited in it, before covering it back up. On top of sending me pictures of that, my landlord, who was cool AF to me, also sent me pics of like 5 cocaine bags hidden around the room I set him up in

Lol

Anyway, once he gets out of jail, his bitch ass will pay me back, but what a shit show.
 
When I moved out, my 2K security deposit went up in smoke because, on top of that, he apparently lifted the cushion you sit on in the sofa in a side room, and vomited in it, before covering it back up. On top of sending me pictures of that, my landlord, who was cool AF to me, also sent me pics of like 5 cocaine bags hidden around the room I set him up in
That tuff as fuck.
 
Why is he in jail, you might ask?

Let me directly paraphrase the eye witnesses from the arrest report.

“We were walking our dog at 6:00am and all of a sudden this silver Outlander comes flying down the road and smashes into the giant tree right across the street from us. We were about to run over and see if everyone was okay, but then the door swung open. A man wearing dress shoes, dress pants, a white Tshirt and suspenders got out of the car, ‘bottoms up’ed’ a beer, ‘Gronk spiked’ it in the road, then walked off.”

Suspect returned to the scene after police had arrived looking for his phone charger.
 
My boy caused a rat infestation in my old place. He’d come back shitfaced at like midnight when I was sleeping, pull a Djornio pizza out of the freeze, take it out, for some reason turn it upside down, drop toppings all over the floor, put the pizza down on the counter, then uber to a bar while leaving the door wide open until 6:30 in the morning when he’d come stumbling back.

I started coming home and seeing rats scurry across the kitchen and magically go beneath the dishwasher.

When I moved out, my 2K security deposit went up in smoke because, on top of that, he apparently lifted the cushion you sit on in the sofa in a side room, and vomited in it, before covering it back up. On top of sending me pictures of that, my landlord, who was cool AF to me, also sent me pics of like 5 cocaine bags hidden around the room I set him up in

Lol

Anyway, once he gets out of jail, his bitch ass will pay me back, but what a shit show.
Document all of it, then hit up a screenwriter. Sounds like a summer buddy comedy to me.

edit: Just read the part on the crash/Gronk spike .... Too bad Chris Farley isn't with us any more
 
Why is he in jail, you might ask?

Let me directly paraphrase the eye witnesses from the arrest report.

“We were walking our dog at 6:00am and all of a sudden this silver Outlander comes flying down the road and smashes into the giant tree right across the street from us. We were about to run over and see if everyone was okay, but then the door swung open. A man wearing dress shoes, dress pants, a white Tshirt and suspenders got out of the car, ‘bottoms up’ed’ a beer, ‘Gronk spiked’ it in the road, then walked off.”

Suspect returned to the scene after police had arrived looking for his phone charger.
Florida Man.
 
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