I have bees in my attic or some shit (they keep climbing into my upstairs bathroom through a crack in the light fixture). The guy who lived here before was an out-of-work handyman and there's a bunch of small things wrong (like a crack between the light fixture and ceiling). So naturally, I call a god damn exterminator to come look in the attic and see if there's a nest (I'm not going to do it, 'cause I hate bees). Actually, they are yellow jackets or wasps.
So the old bastard exterminator comes and my attic door is stuck (because the out of work handyman fucked it up). Anyway, the old bastard tells me to call the owner of the house to fix it. I look young, I'm in my 20's, so that means I can't be the owner of the house? I mean, I AM the owner of the fuckin' house.
I was also in line at the store one day, talking on my cell phone...which pissed the old lady in front of me off. She turns around and gives me a mean ass look. I put a bottle of E&J on the conveyor, she looks at it, looks at me, and says "Figures". I was picking the bottle up for my mother...stupid old bitch.
Any old bastards judge you young bastards?
So the old bastard exterminator comes and my attic door is stuck (because the out of work handyman fucked it up). Anyway, the old bastard tells me to call the owner of the house to fix it. I look young, I'm in my 20's, so that means I can't be the owner of the house? I mean, I AM the owner of the fuckin' house.
I was also in line at the store one day, talking on my cell phone...which pissed the old lady in front of me off. She turns around and gives me a mean ass look. I put a bottle of E&J on the conveyor, she looks at it, looks at me, and says "Figures". I was picking the bottle up for my mother...stupid old bitch.
Any old bastards judge you young bastards?
