Have you ever seen that Simpson's episode that kept defining and redefining the word "Homer" untill they eventually got to the definition: suceeding despite idiocy?
Well, this is kinda the same thing....except with clumsiness...
At a party, I was dressed all sharp and ish, and I had a pair of leather boots on. It had rained earlier that night, but it was nice and chill when I arrived there.
Anyways, let me setup what this party looked like. Imagine two rows of condos with a big parking lot in between. For each row, there were two seperate condos. And in between the two condos, there was a huge deck with a staircase that led into the parking lot. Each condo had a huge garage underneath you could enter from the parking lot. Now there were parties at every condo. You could enter a condo by going into the respective garage or going up the staircase. You could also exit the same way.
Well, as you might of guessed, I slipped down one of the staircases.
But it was bad.....real bad.
I was walking down the stairs when my foot slipped out, most likely due to my leather f**king boots and the rain that had just passed. For a second, I was completely horizontal. I tossed my cup as I slipped and the beer rained down from the heavens.....all over me. I hit the staircase on my leg first, then my neck of all places, and then continued to slide down until I eventually hit pavement.
Everyone that was around me watched in awe. As soon as I got up, brushed "it" off, and started to walk, people cheered. One man said "GET THIS MAN A BEER!" and within a few seconds I had two un-opened beers in my hand and a couple of girls that were concerned about my "well being".
I let out a cry "Horray Beer!" and everybody cheered.
I ended up puking that night (which I've only done once off of alchohol), and waking up in a house of which I knew nobody. My last clear thought was taking a one bite of a slice of pizza and thinking to myself "this....is delicious," and then I passing out.
Topic: Rewarded for clumsiness (Read 2456 times)
