Mr B calls me from two counties over while picking up big kid at scout camp to ask me if I will go look in the garage in the white cabinent on the third shelf to find his.....CAULK GUN?!? ...WT@#$! Do I look like someone who jumps up for a CAULK GUN?!? And let me tell you, I grudgingly went to look. But I'm no dummy. I've been taking boy-barian lessons. I stand in front of the cabinent with a blind stare for 1.7 seconds before I proclaim with absolute finality, "It's not in there." And don't think for a minute that I rummage around looking either. Oh, HELL NO! I ain't never seen a man or boy over here at Blither Blather headquarters actually move sh*t AROUND in order to find a requested item. So I tell him the best I can do is leave the garage door open for the neighbor who needs...what was is it again??? Oh, yeah....the caulk gun...
Lest you think I'm totally unhelpful (never mind all the grunt work I did today), I will have you know I was in the MIDDLE of attacking the turtle in my MAH JONG game when he called. And we can all agree that that is WAAAYYYYYYY more important than a whatchamacallitcaulkgun. Pffftttt!
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