My mission was to fight the evils of the universe that appeared in the form Shoes. But these Shoes were clever and more wiley than I had imagined. After many years of fighting they finally gained on me by placing themselves on the staircase therefore hurling me to the bottom of said staircase. They stamped out there famous victory song as I lay with a twisted foot, bruised thigh and hip and grazed arm. They may have won the battle but the war isn’t over.
Ie. I tripped on some shoes, fell to the bottom of the stairs and it still bloody hurts 🙁
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ow! they weren’t your shoes, were they? that’d be a diss. 🙂
No! Otherwise I’d feel like a right tool.
Cor blimey guvnor! Get well soon! Incidently, who’s shoes were they? DT
Junior’s or Nani’s. I don’t know which ones were the offending pair.
I hope you’re OK now.