This gets me a "Karma Bites" award.

I went downstairs to get a beer out of the fridge and fucking slammed my finger in the door. But I'm thinking, "Hey, at least I got the beer first" and made my way in pain back upstairs. I start drinking though, and damn, this stuff tastes like shit...well, yeah...now that I look at it, it's non-alcoholic beer. That's what I get for drinking my dad's booze.