UH OH. I asked my bro to come over for 10 minutes to change out the pads in our swamp cooler (cuz BFF and bro don't think it's a good idea for me to be up on the roof- isn't this ironic after my weekend of rooftop parties with drunkards all around...).
We fired it up, and water started pouring through the can lights in our kitchen. ARGH. Being a homo owner is getting real expensive. At least when we have a kid we'll be able to save some money. I hear you can write them off on your taxes.
We were so excited to show big bro our new mobile (thanks BUBBS) in the middle of all of this. He's modeling it in pic #2.
And T-Rav, if you get ground zero lung from cleaning out our crawl space, I'm real sorry.
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