Y’see, I’m usually a really calm kinda person. But when my best friend Jack comes over to my house and starts shattering the windows with his pillow, I got a little annoyed. I mean, he could’ve at least shown my windows some respect and hammered em out with a baseball bat. But no, he has to point out that my windows are half a millimeter thick. But Jack’s my friend. We go back a long ways - about a couple months ago. He taught me how to ...um... Forget it. So I decided that maybe Jack was just a little mad and needed someone to talk to.
I said, “Hey Jack, How ya doin?”
No answer.
“Jack?”
“Are you listenin to me?!”
“Gone deaf?!”
“JACK! WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOIN TO MY HOUSE??!!!!”
At that point I was getting angry (No dip, Sherlock). Jack had vandalized my house, destroying all but one of my windows. So I picked up my baseball bat, walked over to my last window, and swung full force straight at the glass. The shattering must’ve brought Jack to his senses because he turned to look at me.
“That’s how you break a window,” I said to Jack.
