Today, I was walking down the street, just minding my own business, kicking rocks that were on the street. I got really riled up, and decided to kick a rock as hard as I could, but I missed and kicked a baby that just happened to be there. The mother started whining and complaining, but it was all drowned out by worrying that the owner of that awesome BMW the baby flew into (and dented) would come out and see it. I think she said something about calling the cops or something, I wasn’t really listening. I had to get out of there before he saw my face.
I decided the best plan of action was to push the woman aside, and hi-jack the BMW before the driver knew what happened. As I was pulling out of the parking space, I drove over something that made a loud cracking noise. I had no idea what it was, but the mother fainted. Oh well, serves her right, I hope she hit her head on the way down.
Anyways, all I was concerned about was that I now had an awesome new car! I turned the radio on, and the original owner’s CD started playing. I heard the sound of millions of guitars dying, and some guy choking on a pork chop.
“Oh great, black metal…” I said to myself. But it was too late, the speakers in the car were obviously too tainted with suck to be dealt with. I drove the car off of a pier, and jumped out at the last moment. Then I had to walk home, which sucked, but a little exercise never killed anybody. Except that one guy.
Alright, this has gone on for too long. Basically, all I was trying to say was that I’m having a pretty uneventful Saturday. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.