Curse of Miscalculation Dk

he was not dumb but he struck his thumb now he was dumb-struck and screamed jolly good his hand in plaster and bad luck his master he could not drive his truck to bide his time he drank some wine set out to repair the computer but there had been a looter and thus without google he stroked his poodle who was so confused that the other hand got contused and he took comfort in a tequila shooter but he spilled the glass what a dumb buttock I am too fast and he was aghast for the drink had surpassed a spill somehow miscast he continued with gin tonic until he got moronic though he thought of it as hedonic the words began to mumble and he came to tumble crashed into the lorry but not one to worry he kicked at the wrench in which his cast got entrenched when he blew a curse about flipping and worse the engine got running which was rather stunning now it was holy ablutions until one more revolution his sleeve got twisted his spectacles misted he was sucked into the airbag still holding a *** and the hot air combusted those things can’t be trusted almost running out of booze he had nothing to lose got the last bit of brandy which was rather handy but the liquor was so foul that he started to howl what a caboodle and stunt he shouted Immanuel Kant and while critiquing pure reason he committed automobile treason booted the old banger which with a clangour took to free wheeling while he was keeling alcohol on his breath and quite close to death his wife would be home soon not much over the moon and since he was not covered in glory he needed a story but quite on the brink he wanted more drink the emergency supply he had wanted to buy once the vehicle for renovation was still at the gasoline station where the HGV would be in elation because it was downhill it had needed a fill so he sniffed a bit of petrol and went back into confident control because fumes are so healthy and he always stealthy when his dearest arrived he quickly contrived that he tried to fix the old fridge she could be such a madame would just not cool down and he ran out of town outcast and homeless he smiled at the bonus of needing no more car with his missus so far but she found him no doubt and gave him a clout started to throttle and threw an empty bottle for it appeared that his biggest sin had been not to use the recycling bin the moral of the narration is one of frustration that he had failed the fender when on this long bender and wives are mysterious in situations so serious 13th August 2021