So yeah.
Im pissed…this is a long one :thumb:
A while back my old man decided to marry this chick who has more money than god. She is seriously loaded.
(Mind you we never really got along with the old man. He is quite a prick and wasnt around for most of our lives…anyhow)
So they are going to retire and move to Florida.
Well because money is no big object to them all of a sudden they decided that they were not going to bother taking any of their stuff with them and just buy all new stuff. So I thought he was joking a while back when he told me this and I said wanted his big screen TV, his 3000$ leather reclining couches and his Bose lifestyle 9 surround sound system.
He was like “sure they are yours!”
Fast forward a year.
He retires and moves out. So its time for me and my sisters to raid his pad.
We rent a truck and pick everything up. I had to throw all my stuff in my sisters garage for a week so my roomate and I could move all his crap 25miles south to his folks house.
So today. We started at 1:00
Drive 25 miles south to go grab my roomates fathers truck. Drove 25 miles north back to my place.
Humped down the two couches to the trucks, dismantled the wall monster of the entertainment center (whick contained, a million knick knacks, the shrine to beer, PS2, XBOX, DVD player, gamecube, cd player, tape plyer, sega genesis, n64, super nintendo and a huge storage area below full of controllers and old school cartriges.
Now my condo is really a glorified 2 bedroom apartment that I have a mortgage on. Five rooms connected by a hallway. But I have a mortgage on it. oh yeah…im on the third fricken floor to!
So we get all the crap into the trucks… and drive 25 miles south back to my roomates folks house.
We hump all the crap in my buddies folks basement (through deep arse snow behind the house through a bulkhead that was retardedly small)
Get back in the trucks and drive North once again. About 50 miles. My sister lives about 25 miles north of me. So we load the huge couches into the trucks.
These couches are insane. They are huge leather couches but every seat has a recliner. Therefore they are chock full of metal. A nasty combonation because they mare many hundreds of pounds a piece. Me and my roomate are no stranger to the gym and are certainly not weak. But these things are grossly heavy.
So we drive 25 miles south to my place to try to bring them into my place.
So we take the first smaller one in. We get it through the first door and get stuck on the first flight of stairs. We manage to get it up and through the first fire door but hack the hell out of it. Once there it wasnt going anywhere. Had two flights left. We tried like 30 different things to get that big bastard in be we were screwed. After a few f-bombs exchanged back and fourth at eachother we decided that we were hosed. So we had to go back down hack the f-ing thing up some more and call my sister to see if we can throw them back in her garage.
So we drive another 25 miles back to her house to drop them off again.
Then drive 50 miles south back to my roomates folks place to return the truck.
Drove another 25 miles north to get home.
So here I am sitting in a folding f-ing camping chair in front of a big screen tv in an empty room (minus the rats nest of wires that was behind the entertainment center) drinking a beer at 10:20 trying to figure out a way to pull up those friggin couches from my third floor balcony.
I could seriously kill somebody right now.
