As you all know, I broke my leg in a boating mishap when I was seventeen. I was leaning over the rail and my leg got caught between the bars and I tripped backwards and fell in the water. It was a lot of fun because I spent two weeks in hospital eating crap food that made me throw up. Anyways, I also fell down a large set of concrete stairs last year and broke both my arms. I couldn't do anything for three weeks. And yeah, I also cut open my stomach on my Grandfather's farm in France. And guess what? I had to get thirty five stitches with no anesthetic. That was fun...
Once I fell off the roof of my friend's house. Harry and Anh Tu couldn't stop laughing and they threw paddle pops at my and I couldn't get up. I didn't break anything because I landed in the bushes. Yes, it was great.
Interesting, huh?
Duck, Duck, Cockatiel
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The move is officially complete, though I'm still living with a few islands
of stuff—the main one located in what agents like to call the "meals area".
Rea...
7 years ago
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