
In celebration of the woman who went out for a quiet drink with friends after work, and ended up half naked, kicking a copper in the nads and threatening to smear her own shit over hospital staff, how have your best-laid plans ended in woe?
( , Thu 24 Mar 2011, 16:02)
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Where I now live, there's a shopping center right behind me and a 6ft wall.
I quite frequently jump the wall to get to the pub that's there, and quite happily do the 5 minute stagger on the way home to avoid injuring myself by jumping the wall home. Even in jeans and sneakers.
Last Friday saw me in a dress and heels which is unusual anyway. Decided to jump the wall instead of walking around. The cast comes off in 6 weeks and the bashed up knees are healing nicely.
( , Thu 24 Mar 2011, 22:43, 2 replies)
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