The night was right, we hit up Liberator Brian's pot luck and all was ire! Poetry on point, ideas flowin, and a lot of friends just getting the summer time in!
Temperature 98 degrees, I enter the kitchen to pour myself my 3rd glass of wine. I watch as a friend washes a wine glass filling it with water, but I offer to trade a plastic cup because I'm too classy (I thought) to drink my wine in anything other than glass. She oblige, and its on! I pour a full 2 buck chuck portion into my flute, and crack a big smile. On my way out to enjoy conversation I get distracted. A friend walks into the crowed kitchen dressed in white as I say hello. She's just arrived...
Over exerting my efforts I try for an assist, garbing waste and being a good Samaritan placing it into the garbage receptacle. unfortunately I hadn't paid much attention tot he placement of my glass above the fridge door. What I had hoped to avoid actually happened! I guess Im not that slick, because My 2 buck chuck liberated itself (in the liberator house hold) of its position top the icebox towards the floor, sending red wine spilling and splashing. I thought it was bad when I felt the moisture reach my inner loins, but as I cooked up after the glass had shattered, she was spotted in red wine remnants..
Oh no!
I spend the next 10 min wiping red wine and glass of the floor, Im such a cluts!
Tonight I had everone saying "Good Grieef!"
I spend the next 10 min wiping red wine and glass of the floor, Im such a cluts!
Tonight I had everone saying "Good Grieef!"
I kind felt like Drake when he fell on stage..
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