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04-09-02
I have a long list of ways I've gotten hurt, and I can barely remember most of 'em.
Once a bee ran into me and I was wearing these big funky shades and the bee got stuck ramming itself into me.
One time I was going downhill on my skateboard and I turned to wave to someone and I ran into a van.
Then there was the time I went to open the door to my bathroom. I put one foot forward and I swung the door open. The door stopped in front of me because of my foot and my face said hello to the door.
And then there was the time I tried impressing some people, and I had some scuicidal tendancies, when I climbed up a fifteen foot fence and lept off flipping forward and I landed on my back. It was suprisingly the least painful thing I've mentioned. If I said you had a great body, would you hold it against me?
Confidence is a set of brass knuckles, a chain, two nines, a sawed off, a base ball bat, and twenty friends to back you up. |