Depressing, yet humorous at the same time...

I avoided, very narrowly, zipping my neck up in my disturbingly large, Pepto Bismal colored, Pink Panther sweatshirt I got for Christmas. The sad part is that I did get stuck for a few minutes. Walmart just isn't hiring skilled, third world, nine-year-olds anymore. Who the fuck gets caught in their own sweatshirt? There is something the matter with me...

It suddenly occurred to me that if I were to die in a tragic sweatshirt incident, I certainly would not want to be wearing this one. Isn't that sad? I much rather zip my jugular up and off with a GAP sweatshirt, a navy blue one. In case anyone was thinking of killing me with a sweatshirt zipper. I'm going to go remove all the sharp objects from around the house now...let us never converse about this incident again...