I just went to the kitchen to get some more water, and was instantly struck with laughter when a damn bug flew into my glass. Not because I knew that I would just eat it, and the water... but because it reminded me of the time at UPS when we pooled some money to get John to eat a smashed cricket.
That shit was funny. Even better is the fact that I spit on that cricket when I was out chillin' on the dock, before I smashed it. (I would never tell him that though, as he's a crazy germaphobe.)
I was then reminded of the time John bought a fresh Powerade, only to open it up and drop it on the floor two seconds later. He was pissed, knowing that he wouldn't drink it after having been on the ground like that. What happened next, though, was even better. I reached down to grab it, and John became enraged. He tried to kick it away from my hand, because if he couldn't have it, no one would.
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