I was eating a glorious philly cheesesteak one day and was relishing it very muchso. It was picture perfect and smelled like meat cheesy goodness. You know how when you're very hungry, you tend to chew faster? Well, the fast chewing action was my undoing because my right canine tooth decided to go all nomad/cannibal and chomp on the inside of my lower lip.
It made me SO MAD!
Like HULK mad. So I grabbed my beer and drank deeply to make the pain go away, but then I drank so hard that I started choking. So I'm coughing, choking, holding my cheesesteak, spilling my beer and having an overall wonderful night. I stand up to put all these things I'm holding in my hands down on the table when I bang my knee on my, I-don't-know-why-the-hell-I-bought-it, huge, heavy coffee table. @#(*!
I was so disgusted with my situation that I threw my remote against the wall, rendering channel surfing an impossibility. So I'm stuck with a crushed philly cheesesteak, half spilled beer, bruised leg and having to watch whatever the hells on VH1 for the rest of the night (Hogan Knows Best
)
Then I went to bed, dreamed about my dad yelling at me for wrecking his car and woke up w/tears in my eyes.
the end.