Here's an interesting story from Friday. As i was driving down the expressway at astronomical speeds in my work van, i noticed a bit of lumber roughly 2/3 my body length eject gleefully from a garbage truck in front my me and navigate itself carefully towards my face.
well fuck. trying to swerve a full-size work van at high speeds is like trying to swerve a full-size work van at high speeds. Best i can tell, Vishnu strong-armed that bitch Shiva, so as that mighty wood would not smash my face, but instead ricochet off the hood, kick my antenna's ass and surf my roof to put the hurt on someone else. (the work van, apparently, forgot to pray to the god of busted-ass work vans)
This is the point in the story when i peed.
Regardless, i survived the incident with face and faith (in the mathematically unpredictable turbulent drag of an oblong-rotating stick of death) in tact.
praise you rotational inertia
Dr. Chestcrates sends us this first hand account of what's really going on outside your living room. don't trust whitey.
4 comments:
a dude can be a bitch. take Bad Cop Playboy for example.
woooo!
WOOOOOOO!
(i must drink now)
All hail the inanimate carbon rod!
In Rod We Trust!
(sorry--I can't help throwback Simpsons' quotes; they're like some sort of pop culture reflex)
Munky Stephens~
i screamed like a girl who was screaming like a man
Did you anounce on the van's intercom system..."Fucking shit dude! we are still invinceable!!!" then did a Guns-Safed straffing run on a school bus or tanker train in celebration? That is what I would have done!
Glad you survived. You get to play again tomorrow.
Notorious
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