See, the truth is, I've been kind of lying all along about how this roofing hammer is technically "mine."
It was Johnny's. I found it in his stuff and I adopted it. But I didn't buy it. It was his.
Just this second, though, he tore his thumb open on a loose nail on the futon (yeah, yeah, he's okay), and when he came in here looking for something to bang the bastard in with, what he said was:
"Where's your hammer?"
I've been keeping it in my office since I found it in the basement, because I didn't want it to go wandering again.
I handed it to him, and he said "Ah, thanks," and he used it (and it didn't work, and he needs a punch, and all the punches are at Andy's, but the point is):
He thinks it's mine now, too!
And so it is.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Ha Ha!
Posted by EGE at 2:49 PM
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My housemates do that with MY stuff all the time, unfortunately :S
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