the seller of my house just bribed (assumption on my part) the city inspector and now my house has passed inspection (at no cost to the fucking seller, of course) with a $2000 fire hazard formally known in the contract as "a working fireplace".
we could have stayed at one of those new fantasy suites at the palms with that money. have you seen that shit? the pools on each floor hang out over the edge and each one has its own theme or something. i keep seeing the commercials for it (the beauty of our channels coming out of las vegas). i think thats what we saw being built that night we were at ghostbar.
i kind of figure, at this point the amount of money I am spending on a dishwasher, microwave, range, and fridge is so ridiculous that i might as well bust out the crushed ice machine