Speaking of icy days, crossed a large junction two years ago. While the lights were red, and the little green man glowed, I ran across the zebra crossing, since I was in a hurry.
Half way there, slipped right on my ass, and dropped the bag I was carrying, among them was a bottle of vodka which smashed into bits.
All this under the eyes of waiting motorists, who had something to laugh at to pass the time.
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its a sex injury: im missing my left ear. dont ask.
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