A true story about comandeering my rum

Paul McCarthy, Captain Morgan Bottle, Middelheimmuseum by appelogen.be.

Sunday morning (and by morning I mean afternoon) I woke up to find that someone had stolen my big bottle of Captain I just bought the night before. So naturally I yelled, “WHY IS THE RUM GONE!?” I love being able to say when it’s relevant.

I am a very sneaky and smart person, the dbag who stole my Captain didn’t realize who he was messing with. I was not about to let that wanker get away with the crime he committed. After some research was done I figured out who comandeered my liquor..

So I did what needed to be done, I wore an eye patch, knocked on his door, when he opened his door I pushed him aside and said “Excuse me” in the most snotty girl voice I am capable of, walked into his kitchen, took the rum, and walked out without saying a word. (that is all true except for the eye-patch part, I wish I was wearing an eyepatch)

Clearly this man with half a brain knew to stay out of my way, he didn’t try to stop me, he just stood there dumbfounded. As I walked out the door I heard him say “have a good night”

and he thought he could take my rum. HA

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One response to “A true story about comandeering my rum

  1. nick

    I applaud you miss. And you get extra points for using both wanker and commandeering in your post. Although it would have been 5 if you had actually took my advice and wore the eyepatch.

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