I had a pretty terrible night last night. I pick my friend up to hang out and we run a few errands that I had to do, you know, just walking around stores and bullshitting while I get a few things done.
I decide to make sausages to eat since I had about a week ago and they were alright. We're watching some show and I bite down and crunch on the largest bone fragment I've ever seen inside of a sausage. I've been freaking out for the past 12 hours thinking that I cracked my tooth. Holy f*ck, usually I don't bite down hard on stuff that may have bone/shell in it, but man it hurt.
So after that we go out to drive around before I was going to drop him off. We pass this weird empty parking lot about a mile away from anything and there's a guy there. He's leaning on the furthest street lamp, not moving. We were thinking it may have even been a dummy, until right as we passed, he moved his head sideways. It was a top 10 creepiest thing I've ever seen.
I turned off of that road and then some dickbrain got up my ass, so I turned down another road. There looked like a puddle in the street (since it rained for an hour earlier) and it was the biggest f*cking pothole I've ever hit in my life. Honestly I thought I almost lost a tire.
Then we're driving back to town and we see 3 people outside of a mental institution all on hands and knees with flashlights, looking for something in a grassy area. Weird as shit.
I dropped my friend off and then took a shortcut home. As I'm driving I swear a giant rock fell off of the side of a hill into the road. Hit it, same tire as the pothole. I got out and kicked the rock over to the side of the road. The thing had to have weighed at least 30 pounds. I parked in a bank parking lot to make sure I wasn't leaking fluids or anything and it seemed fine so I drove home.
I texted my friend to tell him what happened after I dropped him off and he responded with, "You've really got a case of the Mondays." To which I replied, "My life is a Monday."