You know how when you drop a blueberry on the floor, it takes up, what, maybe 1/10,000 of actual floor space? Like, it’s the smallest amount of floor space compared with the vast expanse of non-blueberry-covered floor.
Why is it, then, that of all the fucking floor space available without a blueberry on it, that is the exact space where your bare foot decides to land?
(There’s a real blueberry shit story from my childhood, but that one deserves its own post. This one comes to you from a rainy weekend of agitation brought on by all the rain.)
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