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Entries from September 2007

Cruel Fate

September 13, 2007 · 2 Comments

Yesterday I went to play 5 on 5 full-court basketball for the first time in over a year. I was really amped. Me and a friend shot around for like 45 minutes while waiting to get into the big game, played some 3 on 3 with some other chumps and everything was working, I mean I was killing it, I was ready to play.

So first play of the game my guy cuts across the lane, gets hit with the ball on the low post and goes up with it. But I’m right up with him and block the shot hard into the glass.

But when I come down I land on the side of my ankle and roll it harder than I can ever remember rolling it, and just like that, I’m done. In the first four seconds of the game, I blocked a shot and then left with a severe ankle sprain. Wow. The box score on that looks incredible.

But the worst part is that this Friday the kickball playoffs begin, and now I can’t play. I can’t even fucking walk, and I’m supposed to be our leadoff hitter.

I am the definitive hack.

And worst of all, when I try to think of other athletes who have pulled up with an injury right when their team needed them most, all I can think of is this, and it’s really, really depressing me:

Categories: Basketball · Kickball · Nancy Kerrigan

The Penguin

September 12, 2007 · 3 Comments

There is a new-ish dude at my office. He does design and web development stuff. His name is The Penguin.

His hair sticks up because of a lot of gel. And, he is tall, but also sorta portly. He spends a lot of time standing in front of the printer while it makes noises.

He is The Penguin.

Categories: The Penguin · Uh Oh · Work

Murder LOVES Here

September 11, 2007 · 3 Comments

Yesterday I bought ice cream and it tasted nice! Also I didn’t go anywhere near a toilet let alone have any gross stuff happen concerning one!

Categories: Happy Now Kmase? · KMase · Oh Mah Gawd · Pee

Times are Tough All Over — Meet Winnie Cooper

September 6, 2007 · 5 Comments

Winnie Cooper: you know how when you take a shit at the office, and your dick touches the inside of the toilet seat

Murder: hahahahahahahaha

yeeesssss…

Winnie Cooper: yeah. tough times.

Murder: that’s it?

Winnie Cooper: yeah.

Murder: yeah that sucks man

Winnie Cooper: thats practically having gay sex

Murder: its way too god damn close to it, ill give you that

Winnie Cooper: ima wear a rubber next time

Categories: Bathrooms · What? · Winnie Cooper · Work