*When you get home and there's a perfectly good piece of cake sitting on the counter, just waiting to be eaten. So you think, 'What the hell? I'll eat it after I put my bag away.' So off you go, tromping down the stairs like you're something special, putting your bag in that place where bags go, tromping back up the stairs a little less cool 'cause you're hungry and tired, getting to the kitchen and-
MOTHERFUC--!
Your cake, which at one point was the most beautiful thing ever, is just sitting there, with its chocolate ripped open and icing spewed everywhere. IT'S CAKE MURDER! CALL CSI! Till Sister comes in and promptly replies, "Oh, that was YOUR cake? Oops."
Goddamn you, cake killer...
*One word: Ice. Ice is is my enemy, my evil villain. If I were Batman, ice would be the Joker. If I was Link, ice would be Ganondorf. If I was Master Chief, ice would be the aliens. You get the idea. It's wintertime now anyways, so I can't even walk down the street without being attacked by this massive foe that seems to be everywhere at once. In the past 12 hours, I have slipped and fallen 9 times. That's 9 street-shaped bruises on my ass. It makes sitting down a real pain...
*So I'm just playing Halo 3 like a boss, (Yes, I play Halo, what's it to you?) And suddenly, A WILD HUNGER APPEARS! I get up, leave my game on because OBVIOUSLY no ones gonna come by. The next thing I know is BAM! I get back downstairs and see this:
My family doesn't seem to know the meaning of "Do Not Touch This!". They just turn everything off. Without saving...
*Spiders in my bed. Need I say more?
*Justin Beiber. This chick really needs to learn how to sing. AND act like a 16 year old, not a 30 year old. Lots of my friends are massive "Belieber". No. Just.. no.
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