Wait, What?

Fuck you SO much.  After yelling at the garbage mofo, the sink backs up and floods my fucking kitchen, all because I wanted to thaw out some bacon.  Then, the fucking plumber shows up and proceeds to lecture me in the use of my damn garbage disposal.  Then proceeds to yell at my husband when he tells him that the problem is likely next door, as we have had this problem before and was fixed by Mrs. Next Door running her garbage disposal.  Then lectures HIM on the history of plumbing, which is when my husband gets really pissed.  Don’t lecture THEN a shouting match ensues between that douchenozzle plumber and my husband as he tries to get him to give his supervisor’s name and number.  I foresee a shouting match between my husband and the management company at our condo association.  Fuck you, Saturday.  You’re turning out fucking brilliantly so far and it’s only 11 AM.  I was just starting to feel better about you Saturday, when you pull this shit.