So I went to a party last night, and some gatecrashers tried to join the party. They were kicked out, so they picked up empty beer bottles and threw them at us. They also punched a few people. One guy had blood rushing down his face, and another had a big cut on his eyelid.
Tonight I went to a jazz concert. On the way home I got a flat tyre due to a nail. I didn’t have the right tool to get the spare tyre out, so I called the RAC. While I was on the phone to the RAC, someone drove past and threw an egg at my car.
Damn. I was going to blog about my series of unfortunate events but I think yours takes the cake. Shouldn’t there be a question mark in your title?
No question mark needed if it’s pure anger. Write your blog anyway, I need a good read.
Blobs, that sucks! Why indeed? Although I love the way the post is written. It seems so jovial, it’s just like a bunch of Bounderby’s much loved facts. Noice!
I like the pure anger conveyed in the title, however, it didn’t carry on into the blog entry. Suzy was right – it DOES seem jovial, but if you keep practicing, you’ll be able to whinge, rant and rave as well as I can.
*see new blog entry to be posted by 11pm WST tonight*
Wouldn’t it be awesome if they invented tyres that were puncture-proof? Also, wouldn’t it have been more awesome if the idiots had hard-boiled the eggs before throwing them! Allll riiiiight!
No, wouldn’t have been awesome because it would’ve broken a window instead. Lucky thing is, I’d only just closed the back door when they threw it, so the egg didn’t splatter inside the car.
Maybe they egged your car because you’re a JEW.
Sheri, I’m surprised at you. I mean, if that’s not the Jew calling the Jew a Jew I don’t know what is.
I remember a slight combination of those two memoirs within this blog: I threw a beer bottle at your car. And I hit it.
Also, the egg thing annoys me, because that means that those fuckheads went around with at least one egg, probably with the purpose of throwing it. So. That annoys me.