I was so pissed about the broken internecks, but I figured, fuck it - I'm gonna have a goddamn dance party in the family room with some shitty "uhn-tiss-uhn-tiss" music and I'm going to like it, by gum. We went home and had a dance party in the family room.
With antennae and everything! I promised to get them "a treat" there, mistake, so I ended up buying a "dance music" CD, per a request by Miss O. I dragged the spawn over to the Best Buy after school to pick up a fency-schmency new Linksys Wireless hub. We (he) surmised that one of my routers was busted, kaput, deed. Luckily, I figured it all out late this morning, and by "I," I mean the tech guy at work figured it out. great." Ya fucking long-foreheaded hoser. well, I'm no expert but I think the biggest problem is that YOU'RE A FUCKING CHUNDERHEAD!" Actually, I think I said something like, "Wish I knew. She was aboot no help, eh? I knew it was bad when she asked me, "So, what do YOU think's the problem?" I replied, "Hmmm.
I spent a good million hours on the phone with some mildly Canadian Comcast lady trying to figure shit out. I spent the entire fucking day, and night, and this morning trying to wrap my puny brainlet around the cause of the no-workiness. So I couldn't post last night because my internecks was broke.
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