I hate when you have a smoke in your mouth and your hair gets tangled up in it and then the room smells like burnt hair so you get up to leave and you trip over the senile old dog but catch yourself on the chair but the chair has wheels so it rolls away and slams into the beer fridge and all the papers you piled neatly on the beer fridge until you get back to the CN story land on the floor and the senile old dog, in a panic because of the excitement, tramples on all of the papers.
I really hate when that happens. :?
I really hate when that happens. :?