So, I've been hitting it off with this girl for a while now, and we were going to hang out last night, where I would have undoubtedly "made my move". She's been sick for the last few days, so she ended up canceling our plans in favor of going to her mom's place to recuperate for the weekend. Fair enough, I say. She was pretty sick, I say. No big deal.
I get home and play with my dog for a little while. She then eats a ton of her food, looks up at me, smiles (I swear) and starts barfing violently all over everything. Fine, I say. Dogs barf sometimes, I say. No big deal.
I head off to a party where this different girl that I have declined before keeps trying to feed me cheap nasty whiskey. I drink a little bit but mostly stick to my own beer. Some of us go off to her place to make a fire and chill out; she keeps trying to get everyone to play this stupid game until my three guy friends and I get fed up and leave. In a completely unrelated incident, I get hit in the head with a baseball.
I have to ride my bike a ways home, but it's a nice night and I'm sorta drunk so I don't mind. I'm cruising right along, and I get about two blocks away when I hear someone yell something that sounds like my name, so I turn to look. At this moment I hit a huge uneven divide in the sidewalk and go sprawling onto the pavement, tearing my legs up. I never did see the person who was yelling.
So, instead of a new girlfriend, I woke up this morning with a headache, a bump on my head, bruised up legs, a torn up knee, scraped palms, and a hipper the size of a golf ball.
I ask you, what the hell?
I get home and play with my dog for a little while. She then eats a ton of her food, looks up at me, smiles (I swear) and starts barfing violently all over everything. Fine, I say. Dogs barf sometimes, I say. No big deal.
I head off to a party where this different girl that I have declined before keeps trying to feed me cheap nasty whiskey. I drink a little bit but mostly stick to my own beer. Some of us go off to her place to make a fire and chill out; she keeps trying to get everyone to play this stupid game until my three guy friends and I get fed up and leave. In a completely unrelated incident, I get hit in the head with a baseball.
I have to ride my bike a ways home, but it's a nice night and I'm sorta drunk so I don't mind. I'm cruising right along, and I get about two blocks away when I hear someone yell something that sounds like my name, so I turn to look. At this moment I hit a huge uneven divide in the sidewalk and go sprawling onto the pavement, tearing my legs up. I never did see the person who was yelling.
So, instead of a new girlfriend, I woke up this morning with a headache, a bump on my head, bruised up legs, a torn up knee, scraped palms, and a hipper the size of a golf ball.
I ask you, what the hell?
