1) I bought a paint roller!
2) I bought a bath for the roller!
3) Prepared the room for painting!
4) Paint…
In the store, they asked me for what surface, what texture, if there was a primer, and so on.
At some point, I almost poop myself after two huge spicy burritos, I push some gases here and stink a little in the store and run away from any annoying questions. After all, the main thing is just to paint. No matter how, where, or why… I have no choice but to roll the roller into my vast, fragrant, sweaty, hairy ass and use the only paint I can to paint… myself?
