Today I am to be used by Arrrgh-she-YAH!. Under the pretense of inviting me over to "watch a movie," I am actually being lured into the apartment to do chores. Changing a light bulb that's too high for her, figuring out how to work a CD Burner to record some of my CDs, and cleaning out her fridge (of Samuel Adams). After a couple of beers, she'll probably somehow finagle me into taking out the trash, washing the car, and scrubbing the shower out.
I can't believe she's using me like this. All I gotta say is, this movie had better be rocking, or I'll be gravely disappointed and hurt.
(HA Ha, see you in a bit, lady)