6 thoughts on “And sucker punched the wall on the way down…

  1. The floor and myself are no stranger to each other, and I don’t need alcohol to get there. Introductions aren’t required, but I take a minute, waiting for damage reports to come in to central processing from remote areas, before trying to move.
    I’ve found that being upright ain’t such a big deal, considering the amount of bark that you can lose on the way down, and the sudden stop on arriving.
    It’s also an effective way to meet women, when they hurry over to see how badly hurt you are.
    Once upon a time, I’d be embarrassed and spring to my feer, insisting that I was fine, no drama. But as I said, you tend to take your time about that now, after all, you’re at the point where there is nowhere else that the bastard called gravity is going to take you.
    So long as you haven’t landed on hot bitumen or concrete, and you aren’t releasing too many red corpuscles at once, you can reevaluate the need to be where you were headed, considering that bed ain’t such a bad place to spend your time after all.

  2. Every time I go to see my Pri Care doc, the first question I’m asked is “any falls lately”.

    Last time I answered with “I fall, in love every time I see pic’s of pretty women on the internet.”

    Didn’t go over very well.

  3. I laughed Cederq. Right before I sold my house last fall a stumble on the stairs put my shoulder into the wall and created a need for a quickie repair.

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