Drink to mouth I realize that too much has gone in. I execute a well practiced procedure whereby I let it flow back into the glass, forgetting one part of the procedure, which [in hindsight] is quite important - I did not lower the glass in order to increase it’s capacity. This resulted in a nice sticky stain on my favourite fleece jacket.
Who else can beat that for the prize of most insignificant rant?..
I drank two glasses of lemonade (no alcohol in them, btw) on an empty stomach last night, which made me throw up. My rant “Why can’t I drink anything?!!” might beat this one for insigificance, you’d have to look it up though.
Not being in possession of a penis myself, I have got to ask: what is the standard trade-in allowance on the average penis? Do they deduct for wear and tear/mileage?
I’m perplexed and perturbed. How did this go from a thought-provoking thread about one person’s drinking difficulties to a discussion of penis mileage in just eight posts? Could we please try to stay focused here?!
And is there some sort of premium paid for ‘fully-loaded’ penises?
How about if they’ve spent a bit of time in the chop shop?
Are they like normal cars; do you have to get them lubed every three thousand miles?
And, if there’s so much correlation with SUV’s, is it true that all the biggest ones are in the possession of assholes?
You know, I think there is such a thing as overextending a metaphor.
About a year ago, I posted an MPSIMS thread to which no one replied. I was recounting an incident in which I was in the living room approaching the staircase, carrying a glass of cola. For no reason that I was ever able to determine, the glass flew out of my hand (or maybe my arm made too wide an arc…but why was it making an arc at all?). It ultimately landed on the carpet, unbroken, but not before leaving an oval of splatters, about four feet tall from the base of the newspaper pile.
I cleaned it up with no permanent damage, but I’m still mystified as to how that happened. I wasn’t exuberant or angry; I was just going upstairs, and the glass abandons my hand.
That make you feel better? I hope so, because I know what it’s like to accidentally stain your favorite whatever.