oH what the F!

sO... i just got in from work not too many moments ago; a very draining day, and i still have some miles to put in because tomorrow is southern lovin' and if i don't fill my plate with soul, Phyllis is gonna cut me. so i made the executive decision to have a red bull. i don't know if one of the boys in the kitchen shook it up, if i shook it up, or if it becomes highly volatile when mildly agitated, but as i just began to crack open the can, a carbonated eruption of taurine flowed into my lap and onto the couch. and i just sat there. it was too late. i guess standing up would have helped. i don't know. i felt like a little kid who had just peed their pants.

oh to be young again...