Goddamn darts

Went out buying some supplies for Harry’s new office today, including some stupid shit, like a lamp that looks like it is constantly pouring beer into a mug, and of course, the main item that any office requires, a dartboard. As well as all the electrical equipment we bought, there was some desk tidies and suchlike. When we got it back to the office, the most important thing was to get the humorous lamp working. Of course, the damn thing lit up, but didn’t actually pour beer at all. Thoroughly disappointed with this, i decided to at least get the dartboard hung somewhere. Having found a convenient nail, i proceeded to assemble the darts. Not the trickiest of jobs and i was ready to go in mere minutes. Having gauged myself an oche, i slung the ol’ arrows. One by one they bounced out of the board. Bollocks! So tried again. Net result, three darts on the floor. Now, getting a mite pissed that two things i wanted to play with were non-operational, i investigated the darts a little further. Turns out that they had little plastic covers to protect the pointy bits. Threw again – 180! Probably only the second time in my life. And the only company i had was an Indonesian lad who had no fucking clue why the white man was screaming and doing a little dance chanting ‘wuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnn huuuuuuundreeeeeed and aaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyytttteyyyyyy’. Sometimes there is no justice in life!