Saturday, September 13, 2008

it's not delivery. it's DiGiorno. all over the kitchen floor

You ever do something so clumsy that the only reaction you can have is to slack-jaw stare at the carnage until drool string-drips from your bottom lip?

I'm here to make you feel better about yourself.

Hey! Let's do the math!:

vodka & lemonade + cutting a pizza too close to the edge of the counter with blasé regard for physics = guess I'm ordering Thai food now
If it hadn't landed face-down, I would have eaten it off the floor.

Fuck you, gravity. You owe me $7.99.