Beer, beer everywhere
Apr. 16th, 2011 04:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo there I was, a-sharpening of my knife: snickety-snickety, snickety-snickety, the flashing blade* flew back and forth.
Snickety-snick, hiss, spurt.
Hiss? Spurt?
Ah. There was a can of beer, and the tip of the blade had just grazed it.
Quite thin, beer cans; quite sharp, these blades.
See subject line.
The tragedy of it was that this was nine o'clock in the morning, and I really didn't want a beer.
*Okay, who remembers The Flashing Blade?**
**Okay, so who can still sing the theme song? *earworms a nation*
Snickety-snick, hiss, spurt.
Hiss? Spurt?
Ah. There was a can of beer, and the tip of the blade had just grazed it.
Quite thin, beer cans; quite sharp, these blades.
See subject line.
The tragedy of it was that this was nine o'clock in the morning, and I really didn't want a beer.
*Okay, who remembers The Flashing Blade?**
**Okay, so who can still sing the theme song? *earworms a nation*