If I Were Still Dumb

So I was refilling my unrefillable laser printer drum with toner out by the porch in a rather hefty wind while wearing my suit when a thought dawned on me. Toner is a real bitch of a thing to deal with! That was the thought. I could have bought a whole new drum for like seventy bucks plus shipping but I ain't got that sorta cash at the moment so I shopped around and found out that I could heat cut my current drum, drop in a flask of eBay bought toner, and seal the drum and I'd be good to go.....for like eight fifty plus two bucks shipping. You do the math on that and you save quite a few nickels there. Or so one would think.

If you would check up there somewhere I mentioned wind. I discovered that wind during toner transfers is kinda like doing brain surgery on a roller coaster. The printer drum, much like a brain, is sensitive to shit, mainly shit fucking with it during an extremely detrimental state. However, I would argue that my changing out the toner on my drum on the cheap was more difficult that brain surgery as I had to contend with a bee that for some odd reason fell in love with my left ear at that exact time. I named the bee Jeff as I attended to my toner troubles. I named him Jeff in hopes that it would appease his obvious low self-esteem issues (as he should have been busy making honey) as well as appeasing my lifetime need to find a bee I could bond with enough to give it a name.

Long story short.....I could've paid $65.00 for a new drum of toner but instead I paid around ten bucks and ruined a four hundred dollar suit. Oh and I met a bee named Jeff.


P.S.: I had to kill Jeff. I had to kill Jeff because he was a bee. I don't like bees...even bees with names.