The effects of life, angst, and JSBSB... (txt)

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: This gave me a chuckle: : > See, the way I look at it is like this: : > The next level is fun. not many people venture : > there and the ones that do find ample rewards. : > I don't know why people fear the next level... : > they call it uncouth, barbaric, even : > embarassing... But I... I strive for the next : > level... Allow me to elaborate... : > (Dick and Chris: I was sober this time, which : > brings me to a belated apology for anything I : > may have said that personally offended either : > of you. If I did or said anything that you : > found OFFENSIVE, my bad. If I was just : > embarassing as hell... groovy. I needed that : > night more than I can tell you). : > Anyhow, yeah... next level... : > : > As you all know, the past few months have : > been... difficult. And for some reason that : > came to a head tonight. Maybe it was Jay and : > Silent Bob, maybe it was stress, maybe it was : > the knowledge of quickly approaching the 4-year : > mark, maybe it was a mixture of all those : > thigns, but there I sat after the movie on a : > friend's porch enjoying a beer. There was this : > cute little blonde sitting next to me and for : > some reason or another (theys ay it was : > accidental) flung out her hand that was holding : > her bottle of Red Stripe. : > Her open bottle of Red Stripe. : > Her open bottle of Red Stripe that effectively : > emptied itself on my face, my chest, my crotch, : > and my legs when she flung her hand out. : > Oh there were mighty chuckles all around. I : > smiled and picked up a bottle of PBR, covered : > the mouth with my thumb, and shook it : > violently. Oh, how everyone laughed at the idea : > of Rob spraying beer all over the girl who had : > just made it very difficult to explain to the : > officer who, if fate were a true bitch, would : > pull me over later that night and ask if I had : > been drinking. (That didn't happen, but it : > could have... I mean I REEKED.) : > I aimed the bottle and let fly the furies : > buried within that brown bottle of love. The : > beer erupted out and hit her squarely in the : > face (Shut up, Freud), her hair, her ear, her : > clothes, her chest... oh her ample : > white-clothed chest.... : > Yeah, I laughed and laughed and laughed. As she : > stomped into the house with her boyfriend (Who : > looked an awful lot like Rocky, mind you - : > that's the guy from Aimesville. not Balboa), I : > laughed some mroe. Then I realized everyone was : > dead silent. : > What else could I do at that point in time but : > quote Mikey - albeit under my breath since the : > windows were open and she was standing next to : > it - "Eh, she wasn't going to fuck me anyway." : > Which caused me to laugh some more. : > All in all, everyone thought I was a big : > asshole about the whole thing, but I see it as : > an eye for an eye. And a hell of a way to bring : > a laugh... at least for me. : > Oh, yeah, here's the neato part. I was sober. : > Imagine that. : > While, no, this wasn't a big deal when you : > think too much about it, but I just wish you : > all had seen the look on that girl's face when : > the beer hit her. It was priceless. And the : > stunned look on everyone else's face... : > marvelous. It was a moment in time that I will : > forever cherish. So, don't be afraid to follow : > that first impulse. Sure, it's probably not the : > socially correct thing to do, but I promise you : > that good or bad it will stand out in your mind : > for a long, long time. : > : > Besides, she was a prissy little cunt. : > r

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