So my printer died today. Brilliant fucking timing. It’s not like I have a shitload of papers due or anything. It just made horrible clunking noises and refused to print. So I look online, and find this. Apparently they just shit the bed after a while. Fuck HP. If anyone has any ideas on how to propel this fucker about 30 feet into the air, I’m gonna put a 12 gauge hole in it. Anyway, here’s how the whole fiasco went down:
Son of a Bitch HP Printer (SOABHPP): Hey buddy, I need a new printer cartridge.
Me: No problem, man. Open up and take it. (opens case)
SOABHPP: Whirrrrr Click Click Click Click Hgggggggghhhhh
Me: What the…?
SOABHPP: Uhh, paper jam I think. Reach into my bowels and feel around.
Me: There’s no paper in you, fucker!
SOABHPP: I meant carriage jam. Reach in.
Me: What’s a carriage and how does it jam?
SOABHPP: Okay then, raspberry jam. Just do something.
Me: (unplugs and replugs all cords)
SOABHPP: Click whrrrrrrrrrrrrr Thunk Thunk Thunk Thunk Hssssssssss
Me: (looks online for help) Says here I can call Tech Support and wait a few hours for someone who doesn’t speak English to tell me to buy a new printer. I got a better idea. (opens case)
SOABHPP: What are you doing?!!
Me: I’m shitting in you, you bastard. How’s that for ink?
SOABHPP: AAHHH! Click Click Glurg Glurg Whirrrrrrrrrrr
Me: (comes back later with shiny new Epson that I can’t afford)
SOABHPP: I’m being replaced?
Me: Get in the fucking closet until I can find some fireworks.
THE END