T Storm

I’ve met my match

In Uncategorized on July 22, 2009 at 1:39 am

So – I have a Roomba. It’s a vacuum robot that lazy bachelors buy to clean their house while they’re out at the bar.

I own one.

Get this, though. My little bitch of a Roomba SKIPPED TOWN on my ass.

I can’t find the fucker.

"Kiss my badass goodbye!"

"Kiss my badass goodbye!"

(Pardon my language — but I’m upset! I CAN’T FIND IT!!”

I started it this morning in the middle of the living room — and when I got home — I searched the house for it – and my little vacuum robot is nowhere to be found! It quit. Ran away.  Hasta La Vista’d. Peaced out. Gave me the finger and told me to take my BadAss self and shove it.

I got out-badassed by my vacuum.

  1. HOLY CRAP!! U have got to be kidding??!!! How do u lose a Roomba? That’s some crazy shit there man, crazy shit..

  2. Did Phizz eat it?

  3. i was thinking the same as Cheryl. Maybe that psycho dog of yours had something to do with the disappearance?

  4. Dirty batchelor vacuum went out for a day on the town. Now the ROOMBA might need cold sore medicine when it gets home but I know I sure won’t.

  5. I helped her find it under the bed!! See it was scared of Phizz too!! :)

  6. I figured it would be the stove in your kitchen that would show you up not some little vacume.