My roof has a hole in it and I might drown….
My landlady scraped up the bucks to get someone to repair my mildly leaking roof two weeks ago. So with this storm i find I have a spectacularly leaking roof instead. His tromping around up there must have opened up a weak spot and made it even bigger. The oak floor is now a water-oak floor. We used discrete small trash receptacles to catch the drips before this; now it’s rubbermade tote boxes. And the roofing guy is in bed with the thing that’s putting everyone in bed. Hopefully, someone is finding a tarp.
With the news about DADT, the internets are full of armchair soldiers saying things like "YOU GAYS Better not tell me you’re gay! Keep it to yourselves or I’ll have to kill you for sullying my delicate straight ears with the horrible words about your sex life!!!!!!!!"
Just in case, yanno, any gay man has never felt the effects of homophobia yet.
Blustering fools always make feel a little bit sad.