So, last weekend I went to my Dad and told him I was having trouble with my drill. It wasn't allowing me to drill starter holes and I didn't know what I was doing wrong. So my Dad was like, "Describe the item to me." And I did so, and then he was like, "Yeah, that's not a drill. That's an electric screwdriver." (Shut up, James.)
So I went to Ace (the helpful place) and I am now the owner of an actual drill. I already used it to hang a shelf and it's so much fun to use! I just want to start drilling holes in all my walls. I need to exercise some restraint or I'm going to destroy my apartment.
HAHAHAHAHAHA RONTFLMAO
ReplyDeleteThat's not a moon....
Did I not expressly tell you to shut up?
ReplyDeleteI have found that "staple guns" are also terribly addicting....
ReplyDeleteAli, get your revenge and ask him what the "N" in his little acronym stands for. Last I checked, there's no word starting with "n" in there. ;)(Yes, I'm grasping at straws, here!)
ReplyDeleteBut you have to admit, that whole drill story is pretty hysterical.
I scared the baby with how loud I just laughed at that. wow.
ReplyDeleteOooh Melissa! I *heart* my staple gun!
ReplyDeleteI also heart my staple gun, and I'm quite sure that it actually is a staple gun.
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