HellaRandom

So I'm sitting in my house doing, well, I wasn't doing anything actually. Yeeaaahhh, that's exactly how this frikin story starts and its basically the whole reason this story exist...see, I was at my brand new, custom built, three story hella-room-having home doing ABSOLUTELY(say it slowly) NOTHING!! I can't explain the amount of bored'ocity' that was flowing in the air. It makes my skin tingle just thinking of it. Let me put it like this: if bored was synonymous with crackin then...this night was like that time me&ash got hella drunk, pissed on the street, broke into my(and yes I said MY) car and then had a hit&run with Jazz gone off a pill. It was HELLA BORING...wait...I meant to say HELLA CRACKIN right?!? Anyway...I don't have any cable becuz my contractor sucks and the Arab guy from Comcast was like “I can't do any additional work cuz I'm so lame" so I was basically staring at the wall texting ash:

Me: I'm hella bored
Ash: awww why r u so bored?
Me: um...cuz I have nothing to do? duh.
Ash: lol. Are u home?
Me: yes.
Ash: why don't u go to Dominica's house
Me: lame
Ash: get ur cable set up biotch.
Me: dude...my frikin contractor asks like he has to contact GOD to get an electrician to come out. Life sucks. I'm gonna cry. Goodnight. Amen.
Ash: LAME
Ash: there is absolutely nothing to cry about
Me: I was just joking MOM.
Ash: this convo is hella funny.
Me: not really.
{3 minutes pass}
Me: so my lame old washing machine just blew up and now my whole garage is flooded.
Ash: Is it rude that I just laughed. I'm sorry. Wtf is going on with that BORING ass house??

If a washing machine explodes in a CRACKIN ass house...does it make a sound??...hmmmm