Can’t imagine how THAT was like.

Possibly similar to being trapped in an enclosed space for 18 hours seated next to an overweight man with irritable bowel syndrome. If the flatulence doesn’t get you, something else will. You are guaranteed never to have another dull moment…Ever.

Or maybe it’s like being stuffed in an empty beer barrel and thrown down the Niagara Falls. The operative word here being “empty”. The greatest of cosmic jokes do not allow the luxury of getting shitfaced on the way down to your doom.

Or is it like flailing haplessly 10 storeys up while waiting to be dropped into a giant vat filled with garbage juice?

Hmmm…Can’t really decide which picture makes the best fit.

You’re wondering what I’m drivelling about. The point of this entry is anyone’s guess. I learned that the best way to rant is to make it as vague as possible lest some idiot takes your words and twists them out of proportion. And I don’t want to have to explain myself.

Also, remaining in a state of indistinction gives you the freedom to plug in whatever mishaps you’ve got going on and still have this whole thing make sense.

Well I’m glad I got mine over and done with. Otherwise, 18 hours with Mr. Fart-A-Lot will begin looking  like a very attractive alternative.

Mondays suck! The defense rests.