I have a lot in common with my friends, one thing we have all come to agree with is… people are fucking hilarious when they fall, people are even more funny when they get hurt and make funny noises. But when you fall while wearing a backpack you just look like a fool… all sitting in the snow with your arms crossed acting like it never happened. Even all my friends agree with this statement, only because we know what its like to be that idiot. Its all fun and games until…
You’re scurrying your way up the sidewalk after having dinner with your friends in Boston, suddenly your kidney (which has somehow suddenly been replaced with a pair of scissors by aliens) begins to cause your pain, you do everything you can to ignore this, trying not to rain on everyone’s parade. You’re doing just fine and then some asshole in a backpack is marching up onto the side walk like Hitler. The man takes a tumble and I hear it.. (the faint sound of muscles tearing and a bone going *kkeeeerrrpop*) I realize the man can not get back on his foot because his entire foot is no longer attached to his body with the exception of his skin holding it place. I see it, the shoe is facing me but at the same time im also looking at the back of the guys head, my spit became thin and my stomach turned as I stared unwillingly at his internally severed foot.. Disghusting.
I disapproved right there, he was an even bigger ass because he was wearing a backpack. My friend in a state of panic reaches out to help him asking. “would you like me to call 911?” the backpack guy answers with “that would be nice”.. being a dick in such situations will only cause someone *like me *to kick your saggy detached foot into your ass.
I felt sick enough as it was, I ran into the closest ATM place and shook it off after crying for a second, suddenly I was over come with rage. (for whatever reason)
Eventually I carried on my marry way with my friends, trying to avoid conversation about the subject . Tonight I experienced the ultimate awkward Tee Pee… he must have felt like a tool laying on his belly with a backpack and a backwards foot.
Lets just hope he made it to the right place in one piece. God only knows somehow he may end up somewhere else…
Next time you’re bitching about cancer, aids, kidney stones, or bad days at work.. Just remember.
You could have a backwards foot... and you COULD be wearing a fucking backpack at the same time.
Massacre meg
You’re scurrying your way up the sidewalk after having dinner with your friends in Boston, suddenly your kidney (which has somehow suddenly been replaced with a pair of scissors by aliens) begins to cause your pain, you do everything you can to ignore this, trying not to rain on everyone’s parade. You’re doing just fine and then some asshole in a backpack is marching up onto the side walk like Hitler. The man takes a tumble and I hear it.. (the faint sound of muscles tearing and a bone going *kkeeeerrrpop*) I realize the man can not get back on his foot because his entire foot is no longer attached to his body with the exception of his skin holding it place. I see it, the shoe is facing me but at the same time im also looking at the back of the guys head, my spit became thin and my stomach turned as I stared unwillingly at his internally severed foot.. Disghusting.
I disapproved right there, he was an even bigger ass because he was wearing a backpack. My friend in a state of panic reaches out to help him asking. “would you like me to call 911?” the backpack guy answers with “that would be nice”.. being a dick in such situations will only cause someone *like me *to kick your saggy detached foot into your ass.
I felt sick enough as it was, I ran into the closest ATM place and shook it off after crying for a second, suddenly I was over come with rage. (for whatever reason)
Eventually I carried on my marry way with my friends, trying to avoid conversation about the subject . Tonight I experienced the ultimate awkward Tee Pee… he must have felt like a tool laying on his belly with a backpack and a backwards foot.
Lets just hope he made it to the right place in one piece. God only knows somehow he may end up somewhere else…
Next time you’re bitching about cancer, aids, kidney stones, or bad days at work.. Just remember.
You could have a backwards foot... and you COULD be wearing a fucking backpack at the same time.
Massacre meg