Today I was walking to work from the streetcar stop - and I was looking off to the side at this mysterious huge house on Wellington...
when I walked right into one of those posts that you lock your bike to.
It was funny, but I totally smashed my knee into it.
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So, do you need treatment? Mom
Is your leg hanging by a thread of skin and tendons and hemorrhaging blood but you're stubbornly refusing to go to the doctor? Mom
Actually, I just took a shot of fine Canadian whiskey, clenched a spoon in my teeth, and Leah amputated with our kitchen knife. Cauterizing with the iron was a bit more tricky, but it all worked out...
Go smash the other one and cash in like a good Canadian.
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