Mysterious Stain. Successive Force. Chinese Myopia.
When I went to put on my pants, carefully laid onto my bed so as to make the post-shower ritual as problem-free as possible, I saw a piece of lint on them. So naturally I stooped down to pick it off.
But it didn't come off.
Thinking then that it was a mysterious stain on the left buttock of these pants, I started working it with my fingernail to see if it would flake off or something.
It still didn't come off.
I spent the next two minutes applying successively greater amounts of force with my +5 Thumbnail of Ogre Strength (I am so fucking cool.) to try and eradicate this brazen stain from my pants.
It was at this point that I realized that I was trying to scratch off a spot of sunlight that was pouring through my window.
Score one more for hereditary Chinese myopia. Wear your damned contacts kids, or the fucking Commies have already won.
But it didn't come off.
Thinking then that it was a mysterious stain on the left buttock of these pants, I started working it with my fingernail to see if it would flake off or something.
It still didn't come off.
I spent the next two minutes applying successively greater amounts of force with my +5 Thumbnail of Ogre Strength (I am so fucking cool.) to try and eradicate this brazen stain from my pants.
It was at this point that I realized that I was trying to scratch off a spot of sunlight that was pouring through my window.
Score one more for hereditary Chinese myopia. Wear your damned contacts kids, or the fucking Commies have already won.
posted by Unknown at 5:56 PM
2 Comments:
'tard.
haha.
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