You take the veil, you take the dive
If I am ever asked the question, "Have you ever kicked an aluminum can into someone's face and or grill?" I can honestly answer with, "Yes. Yes I have."
Last night in a drunken and stupidity influenced move I kicked a can into Whitney Kuklinski's face. I really didn't mean to, and I meant to kick it over the heads of everyone at the party. However, it didn't turn out like that and it ended up resulting in me sending a crushed aluminum Busch Light can into Whitney's teeth and lips. Instantly she gripped her face with both hands, and instantly I felt terrible. I did not want to kick a can into Whitney's face, or anyone's face. Frankly, as terrible as this sounds, if I had to kick a can into anyone's face that was at the party, the last person's face that can would be kicked to would have been Whitney's. After awarding myself with the title of the, "dick of the night" I guess things ended up slowly calming down. Whitney isn't mad, and I don't think anyone else is, and this story will just be a funny one to bring up in six months while we're stoned.
"Hey dude, this is good weed, but do you remember whenever I kicked that can into Whitney's face?"
"Haha, oh yeah."
That's going to be the extent of that conversation, though.
Another funny thing happened to me today as I wasn't so sober in Barnes & Noble. I had smoked a lot this morning with a few buddies and decided to go and pick up Weeds season two. While waiting in line to checkout I noticed a rack of those new greeting cards that play songs when you open them. Stoned and curious I picked up a Power Ranger card and opened it. What I'm guessing was the theme song to the show began playing very loudly. I closed the card and put it back onto the rack. As soon as my fingers left the card's slick paper surface the song began playing. I picked it up quickly and re-opened and then re-closed it and I thought it had did the trick. Nope. The second my grip let go of the card the goddamn song began playing again. I repeated the same actions probably 8 times which resulted in laughter from the customers in line. Finally, card in hand, I threw it onto the counter and said something along the lines of, "The card won't stop playing, I tried to close it, and it only stops whenever I touch it." Of course the card was still shouting it's soundbox out as it lay on the counter. The clerk took it and set it behind the desk. After checking me out and bagging up my purchase, the card was still playing. In a hurried frenzy she picked up the card, tore it in half and stomped on the sound box saying, "Sometimes you just have to break the damn things."
Last night in a drunken and stupidity influenced move I kicked a can into Whitney Kuklinski's face. I really didn't mean to, and I meant to kick it over the heads of everyone at the party. However, it didn't turn out like that and it ended up resulting in me sending a crushed aluminum Busch Light can into Whitney's teeth and lips. Instantly she gripped her face with both hands, and instantly I felt terrible. I did not want to kick a can into Whitney's face, or anyone's face. Frankly, as terrible as this sounds, if I had to kick a can into anyone's face that was at the party, the last person's face that can would be kicked to would have been Whitney's. After awarding myself with the title of the, "dick of the night" I guess things ended up slowly calming down. Whitney isn't mad, and I don't think anyone else is, and this story will just be a funny one to bring up in six months while we're stoned.
"Hey dude, this is good weed, but do you remember whenever I kicked that can into Whitney's face?"
"Haha, oh yeah."
That's going to be the extent of that conversation, though.
Another funny thing happened to me today as I wasn't so sober in Barnes & Noble. I had smoked a lot this morning with a few buddies and decided to go and pick up Weeds season two. While waiting in line to checkout I noticed a rack of those new greeting cards that play songs when you open them. Stoned and curious I picked up a Power Ranger card and opened it. What I'm guessing was the theme song to the show began playing very loudly. I closed the card and put it back onto the rack. As soon as my fingers left the card's slick paper surface the song began playing. I picked it up quickly and re-opened and then re-closed it and I thought it had did the trick. Nope. The second my grip let go of the card the goddamn song began playing again. I repeated the same actions probably 8 times which resulted in laughter from the customers in line. Finally, card in hand, I threw it onto the counter and said something along the lines of, "The card won't stop playing, I tried to close it, and it only stops whenever I touch it." Of course the card was still shouting it's soundbox out as it lay on the counter. The clerk took it and set it behind the desk. After checking me out and bagging up my purchase, the card was still playing. In a hurried frenzy she picked up the card, tore it in half and stomped on the sound box saying, "Sometimes you just have to break the damn things."