Jaw feels uneven.
As in, it doesn't open the same.
Try measuring with my fingers in my mouth,
but the results are inconclusive.
Crush the can and go take a piss.
Baby fly (or something) lands on the side of the rim.
It tries to crawl out of the frothy hell.
No you don't, you little bastard.
Tries to get out again.
Admire his tenacity, but I must win.
Stand outside the bathroom door.
What was I doing?
Suppose I was going to get another beer.
So I do.