FUN W/ BOB

I Just don't get It™

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So I’m twenty-something and you know what I’m excited about? No, it’s not PS3, nor is it X-box 360. Yes, I am excited about the new Macbook Pros, but that’s not what I’m talking about. And no, it’s not that threesome I almost had, either.

It’s a vacuum cleaner. Yep. Yesterday, I bought a Dyson DC17 Animal, their current Top-O’-The-Line Model. Indeed, I’m twenty-something years old and I just got a hard-on over a suction device.

Somehow that made much more sense that it was supposed to; I’ll have to remember to proofread this later and find out why before I post it to the web…


Delayed Gratification
Though we did just purchase a new Dyson DC17 Animal suction device, I’ve yet to play with it. Sadly, Sears pulled something my work is famous for, and didn’t have it in stock. We purchased the thing (some $100 off normal price), but will have to wait until Wednesday to go and pick it up. And put it to use sucking things up, whatever those things may be.

Strange thing, we had actually gone to purchase a slightly different machine, but:

  • They did not have the exact model we went for in the first place (DC15 Animal)

  • According to the sales rep (a real a-hole, by the way), the “Animal” version of the DC 15 is not really a savings over buying the kit separately. My head hurt and I didn’t feel like doing math, so I backed down.

  • The DC17, that had been picked second-choice by us due to some missing add-ons, actually proved to come with those add-ons if you buy the “Sears” version of the thing, which according to the sales guy (the a-hole, if you recall), is more robust than anyone else carries, because Sears was nice enough to carry the vacuum cleaner before it was a hit. Apparently.

  • With the Sale on the Top-End model, it ended up cheaper than the DC15 by $25.


So now I’m at home, with no new sucking device to entertain myself with. Guess I’ll play with the girl, then. Wait a minute… sucking device, girl, sucking device, girl… I feel like I’m on the verge of some great realization right now…


4th Grade Never Really Ends
This post, I think, is proof of that. Boobies.

Peace.