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!"
(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.




