So this weekend Victor spent like 4 hours driving around looking for the original version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory because he thinks the remake is an abomination and comes back with a carpet cleaner and I’m all “WTF? Why did you buy a carpet steamer?” and he’s all “For you. I thought you’d want it.” And I’m like “It’s like you’ve never even met me” and then I go to Youtube and in the “Recommended for you” section they’re all Check this shit out. This is so fucking you:
Conclusion: Youtube knows me better than my husband.
PS. Youtube just sent me Darth Vadar Blues and Bat for Lashes. I’m pretty sure Youtube is trying to seduce me.
UPDATE: Youtube is now sending me a string of Hannah Montana videos. Screw you, Youtube. You’ve changed.
Comment of the day: My wife sent me to the store to pick up milk and not only did I not come back with milk, I managed to sign up to be an Amway Distributor and bought a timeshare in Jackson Hole Wyoming. Sending us men to go shopping is a bit like asking a blind man for directions to the Sunglass Hut. ~ Chris