The soda is fine, by the way...
OUCH!!!
A few minutes ago I opened the refrigerator door to put away a half-bottle of Snapple I planned to finish later on.
When I opened the door, a full 2-liter bottle of Sierra Mist fell out. It fell at a weird angle and landed right on my upper shin.
Full force.
Cap-side down.
It ripped a one-inch gash in my leg, which stings like a &@&%$# and is still bleeding. I can already tell there is going to be a huge bruise.
At first it hurt so bad I thought it might have broken something, 'cause it was a heavy frickin' bottle, and it fell at least four feet before landing on me.
You will all be proud to know that after the initial pain and shock subsided, my first thought was "Wow, I gotta blog about this!!!"
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find some Excedrin and a few cold compresses...
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You are SUCH a dedicated blogger, Janna. Never one to miss and opportunity, I am amazed at how you'll take one for the team...
That abuse of a two liter was clearly in violation of the Michigan law of protecting your bottle act of 1982.
You have been reported to the Soda Protection Organization Of Jonesville East.
A representative from SPOOJE will be arriving at your domicile tonight to check your bottle.
Desert Songbird: An artist doesn't mind suffering now and then for her craft...
Coalition: YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!!!
I tried to find an acronym for SPOOGE instead of SPOOJE, but there are no G-towns near you that I could find on the mitten map. So Jonesville east was the best I could do.
How do you always know it's me leaving the stupid comments when I can't sign in as "morgen" from the home computer with dial-up???
Clearly, sometimes I can, hence the real mo comments now, on the run from SPOOJE (I threw a 10 cent bottle under my desk instead of returning it to the sucky machine at the store!)
Morgen said: "How do you always know it's me leaving the stupid comments?"
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Let's just say you have your own special flavor of humor. Even if I was blindfolded, I could still taste a lemon.
Did that make any sense?
Ouch!
You need a new plan. It's clear that the Sierra Mist was prepared for your attack.
I suggest a more stealthy approach. And select odd hours - don't try for the soda when you'd normally be thirsty.
I usually only get gashes and bruises in my legs during sex.
I need to refine my technique.
Why can't we comment on Timmy?
Travis: Will you be my anti-soda bodyguard?
Mr. Fab: Tell your partners to trim their toenails.
That's gotta hurt!
Lynda: It hurt like hell! And it's STILL sore. It feels like a really deep bruise. The ache can get pretty bad. Yay for Excedrin.
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