This whole working thing is really getting in the way of my drinking.
Someone I know once made that comment. He was being serious, which I find a bit sad and a whole lot humorous. He was also prone to living in rented storage sheds, "borrowing" (air quotes for that... it meant pawning) other people's DVDs, peeking into bedroom windows, and leaving a funny smell on the couch. As an added bonus, he wouldn't hesitate to smoke the last scrapings of your weed (and your resin) while you were at work. But quite frankly he could hold one hell of a conversation on just about any subject and he was a pretty interesting guy to hang out with. Almost made up for the times he would use my stove to make tea and leave empty pans (yes, I meant that to be plural) on high heat for 4 or 5 hours.
So Mr. "Lease-Man" Bitchikomie, wherever you are tonight... I salute you!
Someone I know once made that comment. He was being serious, which I find a bit sad and a whole lot humorous. He was also prone to living in rented storage sheds, "borrowing" (air quotes for that... it meant pawning) other people's DVDs, peeking into bedroom windows, and leaving a funny smell on the couch. As an added bonus, he wouldn't hesitate to smoke the last scrapings of your weed (and your resin) while you were at work. But quite frankly he could hold one hell of a conversation on just about any subject and he was a pretty interesting guy to hang out with. Almost made up for the times he would use my stove to make tea and leave empty pans (yes, I meant that to be plural) on high heat for 4 or 5 hours.
So Mr. "Lease-Man" Bitchikomie, wherever you are tonight... I salute you!

I think everybody knows at least one guy like that.
[Edited on Jun 07, 2006 10:20AM]
Kinda reminds me of my buddy Jeremy, we call him "The Couch Surfer" like he's some sort of super hero. He has his own apartment, but I don't think he's spent more than a week there in the last year. He prolly thinks its haunted, or something.
Shit... now I want a Guinness! DAMN YOU!