The moment i dropped the fucking glass time stopped.

Ok how the fuck did i drop it?
and why do i always drop the fragile stuff?
how did not once drop a plastic bottle?

wait
i remember once i dropped this jar
the fucking jar didn't break

ok, is the jar stronger than the glass?
is the carpet softer than the tiles?

the jar is stronger than the glass, the carpet is softer than the tiling plus i was sitting down then.

time continued normally and the glass broke
fuck it! i wanted to drink the water in THAT glass!
actually i wanted to drink water just because i saw that glass
now that it's gone is there still a reason to drink it?

wait, here's the fun part

THERE IS GLASS ON THE FLOOR
and only i know where they are, bitch so stay out of the room until i sweep them

hahahahaha i'm the king of the fucking room

and although everything, i'll try to sweep them up fast so you do your meaningless work
and when i sweep the bigger pieces i'll start to bend my head and look around for small sparkly little pieces
and if i cherish your feet too much i could even crouch

and just when i crouch the fucking lightbulb turns into a shitted up firefly on the cieling and i can't see fuck

[translated fuckthenorm.net]