The most cliche thing that could happen,

I got up early the other morning to finish some school work. It's about 6 o'clock in the morning and I'm very creepishly, very slugishly walking down the stairs; it's pitch black. Half-dead, before I knew anything at all, ever. Before I had the chance to brace myself, I slip on a shoe Louie left on the stairs and ate shit for about 6 steps. I fell sofa king hard dude.. I'm sure I woke up all our surrounding neighbors. I fell so hard I just laid there in the dark.

Mackenzie brought to my attention later that morning that I had left a goddamn crime scene on the wall and sure enough, I did.




fuck, shit, damn dude.. How hard do you have to fall. This is very funny to me.