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This is my morning...

Ice: 1 - Shelby: 0

Man, there's nothin' like waking up, stumbling blearily outside to take out the whiny-ass beagle, picking up the dog shit, walking to dispose of it and slipping on the 2 inches of ice that has accumulated by the side of the building and landing solidly on your hip.

GOOD MORNING. HELLO.

I remember wondering to myself if I should imitate either the "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!" elderly woman, or pull a Peter Griffin and just sit there, holding my hip, hissing in pain for a good 2 minutes straight. The beagle was not very interested in my plight, and didn't even try to comfort me because, who're we kidding, she's a bitch. I acted like a mature adult. I cursed the ice, got up, hobbled to the dumpster, cursed the beagle, and then got on with my business because I'm a survivor.

I'm also late for class. \m/


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worthyopponent
Feb. 15th, 2006 05:01 pm (UTC)
g'moooooooooooooorning.
worthyopponent
Feb. 15th, 2006 05:05 pm (UTC)
also:
*gives you the gold medal anyway*
virtuistic
Feb. 15th, 2006 07:34 pm (UTC)
Re: also:
N'awwwwww. You're a pal.

The ice was probably taking steroids anyway, dodgy bastard.
virtuistic
Feb. 15th, 2006 07:33 pm (UTC)
My arse hurts. I am a sad panda.
sparky828
Feb. 15th, 2006 08:38 pm (UTC)
Fortunately, you're young and your bones are still bouncy.
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virtuistic
Feb. 16th, 2006 10:19 pm (UTC)
... I dont even understand that.
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