Gawd love 'em because I sure as shit are hating them right now.
Instead of drowning my sorrows, I'd like to think about getting drunk over a contractor that everybody likes and just fixes things like magic: Mike Holmes. Awwww.... *blushing giggle* I may or may not watch episode marathons and have dirty fantasies of clean bare stud walls, properly tiled floors and other examples of finely detailed craftsmanship all done in the course of an hour because that's just like real life, right? RIGHT???!! Mmmmhhhh... I can almost smell the joint compound. *shivers*
Watching a billion episodes of Mr. Mike leads one to
2. Every time somebody says "aboot" or "eh" take a shot of maple syrup.
4. Anytime Mike's gold chain winks at you from underneath that henley take a shot in honor of Jersey Shore. *see above pic*
5. Every time Mike talks to the young pigtailed female interns wearing pink shirts (realllllyyy??) plot your revenge against that skank bitch and take a shot for women everywhere who can get shit done without the need to remind everyone we are in possession of a vagina.
|My feminist side says "Yes, Yes, Yes" but the side that actually deals with sexist assholes all gawdamned day says "No, No, No! More eyeliner does NOT mean more respect." I should know, I've tried. But feel free to continue to slink out with your pink out, Pinky.|