“To the Crazy-bat-shit-lady”
| February 29th, 2008Right, it’s Friday and this is funny. Really funny I thought. It had me LOL, genuinely LOL - GLOL to be precise. Not quite ROTFL or even LMAOROTFL but GLOL none the less. See what you think. In a nutshell, man writes about a particularly crazy woman that bought his fridge. Funny entry gets picked up by the interwebs and ends up on the front page of Popurls. I read, agree and then perpetuate the cycle. Have a good weekend everyone. I think I need it and so do you.
Here’s a snippet:
3. Please call me only once with ALL your questions. I left for the day, and had 5 messages on my answering machine, the last one was at 11:30 pm. Frankly lady, you were sounding a bit too crazy by the end of the day. It’s a fridge. A small metal box that keeps shit cold. I don’t have the fridge’s family tree. For all I know the fridge’s was conceived by a slutty young Maytag that graced some hillbilly’s side porch. I don’t know the exact age of the fridge. I bought it a few years ago, I used it for a couple of months, ok, I lied, I used it a whole year. The fact is, you’re not buying a race horse, you’re buying a used fridge.
