Ever have one of those days where it seems like it’s been predetermined that things are just going to keep going wrong until you give up and go back to bed? Like maybe you accidentally hit yourself in the jewels while spiking a football and then someone knocks you unconscious?
Worst end zone celebration ever.
I think we need to begin recognizing that while we have a limited supply of days in our lives we also need to accept that a share of them are just not going to be worth the effort. Let’s say you wake up early to chat with your girlfriend in Australia. What could go wrong?
Thank God he had pants on.
But you soldier on and decide to go golfing with your buddies.
I think he just added a handicap.
Undaunted, you stop at the grocery store on the way home to pick up milk and the next thing you know…
No use suing over spilled milk.
You stop at the gym to work off the stress you’ve built up and…
Her face got quite a workout.
To lighten things you decide to play a prank on your friend and jump out of a recycling bin with a scary mask on. Won’t he be surprised?
We interrupt this interview for some breaking nose.
Maybe it’s time to just go to bed.
Or maybe not…
