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This blog post may contain language that some find offensive.

May contain? Who am I kidding, It WILL contain very strong language.

Suggested listening to accompany: L7′s “Shitlist” from Bricks are Heavy.

It might even degenerate into what the monkey has cheerfully dubbed “Lara’s hockey tourettes”. Which I usually save for bad Canucks games or apparently playoffs series involving the Blackhawks, but really, the furnace repairman warrants this, kind of a lot.

So. Let’s get started.

OMFG!!!

Dude! I dragged my sleep deprived ass out of bed at the asscrack of dawn so I could move books, shelves and barricade pets into a room to be out of your way and you couldn’t manage to show the fuck up?!

What the fuckitty fuck is your damage?

We’ve been trying to get you to finish the job you started for a year and a fucking half. Just do the motherfucking work and go away! Really. We don’t want to see you again. If I thought I could get a syphilis addled crack monkey to do this job, I would hire it over you. You’ve made it so it would cost a small fortune to get anyone else to do this job and you won’t fucking do it.

And now you think it’s fine that you don’t show up because of rain?! We live in Vancouver assmunch! It rains all the freaking time! And now you have managed to “fit” us back into your surprisingly busy schedule at the end of June?!! Wow! Thanks ever so fucking much you bastard son of a mutated warthog.

I feel slightly better now.

eta: Hey lady at pool shop if you called my number before and got Mrs Doogan, it was more than 14 years ago. Pretty sure I know my own phone number after 14 bloody years. This woman has now called 3 times insisting that she has the correct number.

2nd eta: She has now called 6 times and accused me of fraud. I have blocked the number. Unbelievable.

Is it worldwide fuckwit day and someone forgot to tell me?