As David would say, What the sh*t.
No way.
That is like, the most hilariously random thing ever to happen to me ever.
I went home, and laughed because I couldn't think of anything else to do.
So imagine you had a bullet that you had to shoot the president of the united states with and you know you won't be able to. Saying, "Ah well, never-mind" you shrug, block one ear and fire it straight up in the air.
The bullet flies up into the sky, bounces off an airplane wing, curves down, pings of a light post, through a hundred civilian crowd striking none of them and hits J.F.K right in the temple as he is gliding past in that convertible.
Thats basically what happened. Only I wasn't given life in prison.
Also, I hate guns.
But that was a pretty good metaphor for what happened.
It isn't this hat.
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