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:: Tuesday, June 03, 2003 ::

The thing you were doing, Dan, was a nice rolling endo to face slide with a head tap on the steel fence. Classy.

We realy thought you were joking for a few minutes.
Us: "Dan! you OK?"
Dan: "I think so."
Us: "Sit down. Does it feel like you've broken anything?"
Dan: "My face." *grin*
Us: "Doesn't look like you've broken anything, you didn't scream when you walked."
Dan: "Have you got a hanky for this blood?"
Us: "There's one in your pocket."
Dan: "Oh yeah. Wait. This isn't my hanky, what's it doing in my pocket?"
Us: "Haha, very funny."
Dan: "This isn't my hanky."
Us: "Haha"
Dan: "I've never seen it before."
Us: "Haha, stop it."
Dan: "Seriously! This isn't my hanky!"
Us: "oh fuck."
James: "Dad's going to go mental."

If I remember right though the pain didn't kick in untill we got back to your house.


Then there was my turn for bike acidents with Dan and James.
James: "Jump off that."
Me: "ok."
-aims, rides full pelt, chickens out, puts breaks on
James: "Naallllggg."
-aims, rides full pelt, decides to *really* go for it, jumps, flys, lands on gravle path, part company with bike, slides, removes skin from arm leg and torso.

I've still got the scar on my side!

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