Just Your Average Destroyed Television

If you happened to be on the Upper West Side of Manhattan this weekend you may have been awoken by the sound of a small explosion...an explosion caused by myself and Lucky Charm.

We were all the way downtown at Coochie's get together when The Guy, who was being sexually assaulted by Katie at the time, asked us what our plans for the rest of the night were. We really didn't have any idea so The Guy asked us, with Katie now blatantly groping him in public, if we wanted to go to some party uptown. I don't know if it was the LI iced teas or the 980 soco and lime shots that Lucky and I had, but we agreed.

The taxi up was uneventful and we got to the upper west side with ease. But what do Luckyand I see the moment we get out of the taxi? Lo and behold it was a lonely television perched up against some garbage. Tif and I looked at each other and said "Let's do it," so we picked up the TV and proceeded to drop it much like I would drop Kibble's first-born child if he were ever inclined to let me hold the little fucker. Nothing. We picked it up again and tried to smash it on its side. Again...nothing. Finally we throttled the piece of shit, climbed up a few stairs on some brownstone and hurled the TV with the screen aimed toward the sidewalk. It was a beautiful noise, it mamoth thud and just a heavenly explosion. I turn around and look at Greg and he's smiling and all I can think to myself is 'Fuck, I should have dropped the damn TV on him!'