So I fell down the stairs at work today. I don’t know what happened–I was walking along, not really holding on to the handrail, and the next thing I knew, I was on my back staring at the ceiling.
I don’t think anybody saw, or heard, me go down. Not that I care that much if people know, obviously.
Then I came home, got out of the truck, and proceeded to do a complete faceplant into the snow.
So I’m laying there, half wondering what the hell is going on with my legs, half laughing at myself, and then I thought:
This has to stop, or I’m going to have to get one of those retard helmets to wear around.
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