On Friday I came home to discover that my crap-ass refrigerator decided to freeze over, exploding a glass bottle of San Pellegrino on my top shelf. There are tiny shards of green glass everywhere—imbedded in the butter, sprinkling the jam, and hiding between the eggs. Fuck you fridge, fuck you. My strawberries are crunchy now.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Italian Explosion
On Friday I came home to discover that my crap-ass refrigerator decided to freeze over, exploding a glass bottle of San Pellegrino on my top shelf. There are tiny shards of green glass everywhere—imbedded in the butter, sprinkling the jam, and hiding between the eggs. Fuck you fridge, fuck you. My strawberries are crunchy now.
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A little glass in your eggs won't kill ya.
what, tap water's not good enough for you? you're from oklahoma, you know.
the lighting could have been a little more artful in that picture. i mean, i should've felt that explosion.
oh, in that last comment i forgot to say that you may never NEVER comment on the boringness of my posts EVER again. cheers!
exploding glass bottles is not boring. it's practically terrorism.
San Pellegrino glass is the finest in the world. Waay better than Evian.
you wanna know what practically terrorism is? super target sells neither san pelligrino or gerolsteiner. what am i supposed to do?
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