So I was just in a hurry to get some housework done in a big fucking hurry, and smashed a cat with my vaccum. Maybe one of it's nine lives' is gone, but it's still alive and hiding in my game room.
It's fucked up...I was vacuuming this stupid-ass runner-rug in the foyer, and the fringe on the end of the rug got all smoked up. I kept thinking it would break loose or whatever, but it didn't. The vaccum started smoking, and when I tried to change the belt, I got like a third degree burn from the melted belt.
That's when I threw the fucking thing down the stairs leading to the basement, and heard a cat scream. Fucking crazy.
So I go down the stairs holding my burnt hand....full-on aprehension. I'm looking at the remnants of the vaccum on the landing....no cat.
I just finished calling it again, to no avail. The fucking thing is probably taking a shit somewhere....
Hooray.
Guess I'll try a can of tuna.
It's fucked up...I was vacuuming this stupid-ass runner-rug in the foyer, and the fringe on the end of the rug got all smoked up. I kept thinking it would break loose or whatever, but it didn't. The vaccum started smoking, and when I tried to change the belt, I got like a third degree burn from the melted belt.
That's when I threw the fucking thing down the stairs leading to the basement, and heard a cat scream. Fucking crazy.
So I go down the stairs holding my burnt hand....full-on aprehension. I'm looking at the remnants of the vaccum on the landing....no cat.
I just finished calling it again, to no avail. The fucking thing is probably taking a shit somewhere....
Hooray.
Guess I'll try a can of tuna.
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