I was at lunch today, eating my number 4 at Wendy’s with my mom, when I simply wanted to take a sip of coke. The top shot off the non-supersized cup. What happened next of course is my powerful grip crushed the cup and the contents all poured onto my lap. Tickets for the gun show are still available by the way.
Fast forward a few hours to dinner, and I ended up dumping red sauce on my shirt. Obviously I decided against drinking my cool-aid in the living room.
Update: I just stepped in a pool of dog pee. I’m now waiting for a piece of poo to come flying through the air. Maybe I should wear pull-ups and a bib to work tomorrow.
V- says:
V- I got my tickets….. Did you get your tickets???
Robbler- What tickets?
V- The tickets to Timmy’s Gun Show!! DATS WHAT!!!!
December 8, 2003 — 10:39 pm
kari says:
You are halarious…you make my day! Thanks for the wonderful insights and laughs.
December 10, 2003 — 10:58 pm
Robbler says:
Robbler-“What the hell stinks?” Timmy-“Holy Shit! My shirts on fire!” The more things change, the more they stay the same.
December 12, 2003 — 8:44 pm
Ozzy says:
hey is it getting warm in here?…oh shit timmy’s on fire! It’s KOOL-aid, not cool-aid. COOL-aid is what people like V and COOL RYAN can drink!
December 14, 2003 — 4:55 pm
Tim says:
Uh, I drink the generic kind so it’s spelled weird. Regardless, it’s still better than the “fag-o” you drink.
December 15, 2003 — 12:57 pm
allison says:
you are always good for a laugh out loud moment! Thanks
December 17, 2003 — 4:12 am