What the deuce?

So, I went to Wal~Mart today so I could purchase a few things. That's what you do. They have an ATM there, so I figured I'd take some money out so I could pay for the things that I wanted to purchase. Well, for some reason, I couldn't and still can't remember what my pin number is. It's retarded because since they day I got it, I've remembered. Punching in the four numbers became second nature to me. It was pure instinct. Today, though, I couldn't remember it. I felt like a jackass.

I'm sure it's happened to other people. I mean, I'm sure everyone's had one of those moments where they can't, for the life of them, remember a phone number or a person's name. The phone number thing happens to me all the time. I'll try to call someone up and I'll just blank out on what their number is. It's even worse if it's someone that I call all the time. I'll stare blankly at the numbers and start to drool. "Was his number 4201, or was it 4102? Maybe it was 4210." Hell, it could have been 8549 and I'd still sit there thinking the number was some combination of 1, 2, 4 and 0.

Because of my stupid brain, I won't have toilet paper until tomorrow at the earliest. Fun times will be had by my asshole when I start using paper towels to clean it out. Should be a blast.

Give me a holla or a "what, what" if this has ever happened to you! Then throw your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.