Tuesday 23 September 2014

Wrestling In A Sewer



I stared at the shelves of the refrigerator, trying to will fresh food into existence. When that failed, I headed into the lounge/dining/computer/everything room to yell at Dave. But when I got there he was furiously typing on his laptop.

“The hell you doing?”

“Telling BigBadBootyPapi exactly why his opinions about games are complete crap.”

“Dude, arguing on the internet is like wrestling in a sewer. Even if you win, you’re gonna end up covered in shit anyway.”

“Whatever man, just answer the door.”

I shook my head and answered the knocking.

Thus, I got to be shot by Xx_Washington_Pride_xX.

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