About the time I started the greenbelt behind my house on fire and missed the Roller Derby.
Or the time a drunk driver mistook my house for a Drive Thru Daquiri Factory.
Or maybe when I got run over by an 84 year old man with no driver's license.
Or the time my dad told me that sex was like riding a bike. Once you learn how, you never forget. And then busted my ass on a bicycle, thereby scarring me emotionally for life.
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Mmmkay... I know about you getting hit by the ol' fart with no license, but I think it'll take a few glasses of wine to get you properly started on the others...
Yanow. Something just hit me. All those events in my life involve wheels.
Coincidence? Or not?
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