Meet my ugly fan. It's in my living room. We moved in 3 weeks ago and I swear this fan talks to me. I walk through the room and it just shouts "Heeeeeey, look how uuuugly I am." So I try to ignore it and then it says, " Don't you just love my white and gold 1965 features?????" So basically I hate that stupid fan. The real kicker is that it doesn't even have a light kit on it......so if you want to sit in my living room, then you better come over before dark. Chase and I went to Lowe's last weekend to help Chance get some sheetrock for his new house. I tried to sneak a gorgeous non-talking fan into the buggy, but Chase somehow noticed it and quickly removed it. He said we don't need a different fan because Ugly Fan works just fine. When I got home, Ugly Fan said, "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA" . Well, the day after Chase left for his job (would have been the day he left, but Lowe's was already closed) I went and purchased a gorgeous fan. Sorry Chase, but it had to go. Now, if only I can convince one of my 2 electrician friends to get over and hang it before Chase comes home!
See ya later stinky ugly fan!

Say Hello, to my new updated non-talking fan!

Much Better I think!
2 comments:
I have had earlier also talking fans hanging in the hotel rooms´roofs. Usually telling and reminding me of the persons that I can live without and that I am trying to forget. Talking fans are usually installed and driven tospeak by SuPO (the finnish and Swedish State police. Avoid in Finland and Sweden made electronically things, because they are listening (bugging) to you instead of telling you things...
Amirouche Roos
I have had earlier also talking fans hanging in the hotel rooms´roofs. Usually telling and reminding me of the persons that I can live without and that I am trying to forget. Talking fans are usually installed and driven tospeak by SuPO (the finnish and Swedish State police. Avoid in Finland and Sweden made electronically things, because they are listening (bugging) to you instead of telling you things...
Amirouche Roos
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