I've broken the towel rack in my bathroom three times when I lose my balance when I'm loaded. $8 each time. Well, only twice, I got sick of replacing it after the third time. Why fix it?
Friday night I stepped it up a notch. After numerous pitchers at the corner bar I went to another bar. As I walked in, "Brad, Southern Comfort and coke?" They fucking new my name. I don't go in there that much. But I do drink that much.
After six of those I took out the picture frame that is hanging in my hallway. The Renter bought it for me for Christmas of 2006. It was one of five. Luckily I was able to find an exact replacement. But the fucker cost me $15. What can I break next?
Saturday, February 16, 2008
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