I posted awhile back about my wife leaving the gas to the stove on and leaving for work at 7am. Well guess what? It happened again, with the same hilarious results. I get home from work at around 2pm and cannot figure out what the fucking smell is. I again search all around the house for cat shit or anything else that could smell like rotten eggs, to no avail. Go and nap for about an hour and wake up with a headache. Got to eat, I think. Walk into kitchen and see the stove is turned on ever so slightly. You would think that after this happening once before, I would know what fucking natural gas smelled like, but no, I am too stupid to know.
Line forms to the right to call me a fucking dope.
Peace
Lounatik
Line forms to the right to call me a fucking dope.
Peace
Lounatik