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It all started with the craving for peanut butter. I normally know better than to be controlled by my emotions, but it was one of those rare occasions where you just think, ”No one’s going to find out - it’ll be our little secret – besides it’s not even that wrong anyways”. “Muahaha” I whisper to myself as I creep around the shadows in order to retain mysteriousness. I couldn’t walk like any normal person to the fridge to get the peanut butter; I had to sneak for climatic effect and overall mysterious mystery film feeling. The last few steps before the fridge; I just couldn’t wait. The peanut butter was right there. A few steps away. Only a matter of seconds till’ it was ALL MINE! Forget sneaking. I sprinted, I leaped, I climbed to the fridge. Adrift in thoughts of the divine taste and holiness of the peanut butter I didn’t see it, when I did see it I was going at such a high momentum that I couldn’t stop. It was this small, orange, four legged BEAST. Then it was one of those “slow-mo” action scenes; I desperately tried to grab something in thin air to suspend me as my foot collided with the stool and I flipped head over heels into the fridge door knocking me unconscious. The worst part of it was, there wasn’t even any peanut butter in the fridge.
After suffering a devastating head injury and a stubbed toe I sat in that hospital bed and realized two things, “God Thailand has cheap hospital service” and”The stool, having no peanut butter in the first place; those two little things stopped me from reaching my goal, MY DESTINY. If I had taken those factors into consideration, I would have got what I wanted, I would have been successful.”
It’s always the little things in life that love to screw you up. Remembering your Alkenes but on the test it asks for Alkanes. Putting raisins in the cookie instead of chocolate chips, but the kids you’re giving the cookies to turn out to be inyaphobic. Forgetting to fix a button on your shirt which inevitably leads to it snapping off in public.
Just for all those with peanut butter cravings, come prepared with helmet and make sure that what you want is available to you in the first place.
- by dogseatkids |
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- | Submitted on 03/03/2009 |
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- Title: The Stool
- Artist: dogseatkids
- Description: Somewhat true... slightly exaggerated story on my everlong trek to the fridge
- Date: 03/03/2009
- Tags: stool
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- Goddess_of_Chaos130 - 03/05/2009
- -squeal- X3 I totally L-O-V-E this...er...recountment!...wait...is that even a word?...O.O' Well, anyways, I love your heroic tale...you told it so bravely! I commend you...-bows deeply-Shock! We have the SAME hair! 'Twas fate, I know it! O-O (btw, I wa jealous so I wanted to act as...dramatic as you were in the story...is that a no-no?)
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