So, being the smooth operator that i am, i just attempted to fling my balled up socks through our hallway and into my laundry basket in the bedroom. The actual chances of hitting the basket were rather slim, but i should’ve been able to at least get them past the threshold of the bedroom. But, did that happen? No. Instead, the socks veered to the right, ricocheted off of the wooden molding on my bathroom door, bonked my medicine cabinet mirror hard enough to rattle it, and then disappeared from sight. But, we all know where they wound up, right? I think we do. Because, i’m much more of a dumbass than i am a smooth operator.

The funny part? Bookmakers in vegas would probably lay 100 to 1 odds i could never get my socks into the toilet (a perpendicular angle from the bathroom door) on an intentional throw. You see, all of my fuckups are spectacularly fucked up. Life is wonderful.