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_joeBone_ t1_jdar814 wrote

I moved like 3x in a year or so and I had to keep moving this giant 35" CRT Sony TV. It weighed a TON and had NO handles on it.

My friends that helped me move each time named the TV Jeff, because he was just a big old heavy Jeff.. idk. "all that's left is Jeff" groans...

Jeff finally died. Since Jeff ran off all my friends, I had to move him to the curb by myself. Jeff sat by my front door for a month as I tried to figure out the logistics of my next move. Then one night, snow... I rolled that miserable 300lb Jeff down the steps and tobogganed his ass thru the yard and out to the street.

A few days later I watched a scrapper struggling to pick Jeff up and the comedy of errors that followed... It was then that I realized.. Jeff was my only true friend.

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_joeBone_ t1_jabkfeh wrote

This life doesn't come with an expiration date. It can all go away at any moment.

Don't live with regret. Grab it by the nads.

Unless you are dreaming of a nice golf cart ride to the Winn-Dixie twice a day. You won't spend it on cool shit when you get old. live

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_joeBone_ t1_jabft5l wrote

Do they hate each other? the best plan is an amicable solution.

I mean, after 25 years, this nest egg was built together. Just because she had the banger job doesn't mean he contributed any less....

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