Ban Heaters in CA part 2

It finally hit me on what the perfect job for a man is: heater repair dude. We had one over today because guess what: the heater in my house broke. I swear that I did not do it despite my abomination for heaters. It is a mere coincidence that the heater in my house broke after wrote a blog spewing off about them. The only difference is that unlike everyone else in my house (females and babies), I was happy that the heater broke. Heck, I was ecstatic. All the winter clothes that I bought were not going to go to waste. I was prepared for the cold but no, my sister freaked out and said rain was coming so we had to call the heater guy. Argh! This is the same sister who jacks the heater up so it is a sauna in the house. I guess that is what I get for living with her.
So the heater guy comes and it was some bullshit fix. In fact, if I took a look at it, my retard ass probably would have been able to fix it. I refused to look at it because I was afraid of breaking it and because I didn’t care. When the guy was doing the twenty dollar fix, I asked him if every call he got was from girls. He yes, with the exception of guys that broke the heater so bad that they had to cave in and call him. There you go, girls and idiots. Same thing.


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