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Originally Posted by unnecessary drama
one time
it was probably -20 degrees outside
FREEZING
I get to my apt at about 1 AM...my friends are still out
I'm SO drunk.
I don't have my keys (or so I thought)...so I have no way of getting in. I'm ****ed. So the genius that I am...I try kicking through my living room window. (I figured this out later). Apparently it didn't work.
So I'm like..."****." So I was like fine...I'm going to fall asleep outside and my roommate will drag me in when he gets home. So I put my hands in my pocket for warmth and I find my keys.
...
3 days later the mailman knocks on the door and he's like "hey you know your window is like shattered, right?"
so I go look...
apparently I was more successful than originally thought
Yep.
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Usually I just derive a mild bit of amusement out of busting your balls and you're right, I'm not in your fan club. But stories like the above are exactly how people die and land on Darwin's lists. We're glad you're a seemingly productive member of society and that you aren't a criminal. You're probably pretty good for your local economy as well.
But these stories aren't funny. They're sad. I'm not saying they're sad in order to be a judgmental prick about it. You said something about croaking in a previous post... that's not what I want. I think most of the last 50 posts or so have been out of concern for your well-being than busting your balls or judging you. Just for whatever it's worth. When is the last time you had a thorough physical?