stubbed

Here's some stuff that happened over the last few days:

I saw a guy try to back his car over a gay deaf couple (deaf gay couple?). Whatever the terminology, it was insane. This maroon sedan was blocking the box on 14th street just to the southwest of Union Square. Suddenly he threw it in reverse and intentionally tried to hit these two dudes, who seemed to be minding their own business. They barely got out of the way and then they went after him. He sped away like a big chicken, leaving rubber on the street, and then he got stuck at a light and they caught him for a second before the light changed. One of the dudes punched the rear left panel of his car nice and good, but it didn't look like it left a dent. I secretly wished they had smashed his head like a melon.

Ten feet away, a cop tried not to notice. He was busy hassling street vendors.

The next day I stubbed my toe so hard that a 14 year-old kid in Dayton, Ohio started crying uncontrollably and had to be taken in for psychological evaluation. Sorry kid.

5 points for every attempt to finish that sentence: The next day I stubbed my toe so hard that...

3 entries max per person. Surely you can do better than the Dayton, Ohio business.

Today I (and a couple other people) fucked something up at work and it wasn't good. Big bosses found out. In fact, they were the ones that called it to my attention. I could have attempted some creative BSing and buck-passing, but I owned up. That's never a good idea. My stomach bounced and rolled and did The Hustle for about an hour, and then I moved on. There's worse things in this world than fucking up at work.

Here is a look at the field where my moustache will soon grow:

There are definitely some areas of concern. What do you think? Will it be a bumper crop or will I be reaching out for federal assistance?

Oh, and softball got frozen out. Next year will have to wait until next weekend.