The best part about tearing out my parents' master bathroom ourselves: we are now the owners of an actual crowbar! A F***-ING CROWBAR!
Though I probably should have waited until my dad was done using the bathroom before I started smashing. Nothing makes you grow up faster than seeing your dad on the toilet through a hole in the wall you made yourself. Even faster than if you grew pubes and shot Ol' Yeller on the same day.
Dad, on that embarrassing moment: "That crowbar is the coolest thing I've ever bought!"
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