Let me set the scene. A warm Spring afternoon. A fridge desperately short on cold and delicious nectar of the Gods. I dutifully went to replenish the supply. The large case was encased in shrink wrapped plastic. I carefully select a knife to slice through the plastic, nothing too sharp. I can’t risk damaging the goods. I carefully place the dull blade upon the rigid plastic. I press down… AND… POP! A loud explosion. Sweet, cool, bubbly liquid erupts. I have done the unthinkable.
I have punctured the heart and soul of the one I love so dearly. And in the aftermath… This is all that remains.
Love kills… And this is the evidence.
Chuckle!
Oh, no!! BTW, I stopped at Holiday for a Diet Coke after breakfast. Damn that Diet Pepsi.
You have superhuman strength.
Needed the smile, thanks!
Murderer!
Should I be afraid? Maybe. I think it would be best if you leave the soda stash up to the rest of us at EVO. Would hate for there to be any more casualties!
My sincere condolences to you on the loss of your can.
I once left a Diet Coke too long in the freezer. Hey, it was a hot summer day. Needless to say, I was full of regret for weeks. Ok, maybe hours. I feel your pain.
can murder!! they will put you in soda jail.. and yes I would do the same thing .. for the record
this reminds me of european vacation when the stewardess asks chevy chase if he’d like it in the “can”.
btw – your logo/header & site colors totally make me happy.
How did you do THAT with a butter knife, hysterical