Well, the day started off with all good intentions until I got out of bed this morning.
So after a cup of coffee and some toast and vegemite for brekky, I headed down to the shed for some productivity.
Only to be greeted by 10 million fcuking meat ants that have appeared since the rain has started.
The fcukas were everywhere.
Well that sorta stuffed up the plans for an early start.
Then only to find that there was no #$%*ing ant spray left and be buggered if I was going for a trip up to Bunnings to get some more.
Righto you bastards, out with the petrol and we'll see how ya like that.
Jobs right.
Then I fired up the John Deere Ride On mower and there was this screaming noise coming from underneath, so I shut her down, pulled the cutting deck out and found one of the idler pulley bearings seized with a fcuked pulley and the fcuking cutting deck had a fatigue fracture through it which made me feel like crackin' a fat.
OK, guess we're not mowing today.
Ok, lets have a go at the compressor with the new single phase motor and see how that goes.
No worries, she's pumping the air tank up like nobody's business and straight away, I was starting to feel un pissed off.
Until it got to 95psi and the fcuken drive belt flew across the workshop.
Well, I'll fix you ya fcuken poofta, so I made up up a jigga to put some more tension on the belt and guide it which turned out to be a waste of valuable drinking time.
The bloody belt kept flying off and by then, it was time to take a walk.
One thing that I do like is lighting fires.
So now that we've had a few good downpours, I chucked a match in the palm frond pile down in the back paddock and up she went.
You beauty, then all of a sudden, this fcuken bandicoot came hi tailing out with a hot arse.
Well that made my day because I reckon that it was the sneaky fcuka that's been chewing on the tomato bushes and hiding from Charlie.