My Sink Hates Me Yo
So my sink hates me. It blasts pipes right off it's ass. It's like, noooooooo I don't want proper drainage, fuck that shit! Let's make a mess all over the floor and all over Becca's feet! Hurray!
Fuck that sink. It's days are numbered! YOU HEAR ME SINK?!
Luckily James walked me through putting it back together, but not until after it literally shat all over my hands. Nothing like getting rotton food all over you and then having to scape it out from under your sink. In a strange twist of irony, the bastard sink shat all over the cleaning products. That fucker. Couldn't even make it easy for me to clean the shit up.