The Destructive Power of Water
You know that feeling when something completly insignificant happens but somehow you just can't help it and you still get extremely frustrated by it? Well this just happened to me.
Picture this: I was coming back from work in a very good mood (my boss let me leave quite early due to my superb work during the day, or maybe it was because I was anoying....) and all I could think about was that delicious Guinness that was waiting for me in my fridge.
I got out of my busted-ass piece of shit car, tripped on the pile of bricks my neighbor is using to "renovate" his house and landed safely on a patch of overgrown grass.
Ok, so my day is not ruined yet, I still have some Guinness in my fridge... or do I? I ran downstairs to make sure I didn't forget the most important item on my shopping list.
Of course I didn't forget. Who do you take me for? An amateur? So anyway, I ran upstairs to get a proper glass, hurried back downstairs, and poured myself a pure, delicious, refreshing Guinness.
Then the phone rang: some kind of telemarketing scheme to get me to buy a condo in Florida... While I was trying to kindly explain to the miss that I didn't give a flying f... squirrel about living half-time in a putrid dump somewhere south of the border, a drunken fly fell in my glass.
Darn. (I use that term 'cause I'm afraid my Mama will catch me swearing...)
Now someone "normal" would've just flicked it off the glass... not me. I decided to declare war on those puny, unworthy weaklings. Brace yourselves, this is gonna hurt: I drowned the bitch with about half a pint of water.
Yes, I know, I wasted a pint of black Pleasure in the process, but at least I made my statement: no puny flying troublemaker will ever ruin the pure genious of Guinness again!!
Ya'll be warned...
Tata
posted by Manbous @ 21:08
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