Yesterday I spent the evening moving the Mattbear clan. Of course it had to be on the hottest day of the year. I was a smelly mess when I finally arrived home.
I help about half a dozen people move a year, but I always learn something on each load of a U-Haul. Below are some things I experienced last night:
- I don't care how much they deny it, Mattbear and his wife feed their dog meth.
- Mattbear's wife could probably bench press me.
- On the first run I was sandwiched in between Mattbear and Launchpad in the cab of the U-Haul. Three heavy sweaty guys in a vehicle is not the most pleasant experience. Ann Hathaway probably could've been straddled on the hood of the truck wearing a Wonder Woman outfit and calling on me to do things to her that are illegal in 11 states and I still would not have been aroused.
- One of Mattbear's friends arrived and has the ability to out speak your average cattle auctioneer. He went into almost creepy detail about how he'd get rid of the body of a girl that he has a disdain for. Disturbing, but in a pinch I'll take his advice.
It's always an adventure with Wiwille's Moving Service.
"Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies." - Unknown