<--- See this picture. Well that is what happened to me.
Except, I'm not in the military.
And I don't have a penchant for wearing army fatigues.
Nor do I carry a machine gun.
Come to think of it, there weren't any bullets on the ground. Dog poop, yes. Bullets, no.
Where was I? Oh yes, there weren't any barricades in the distance.
No helmet for me either. Unless you consider a pink toque a kind of stylish, soft helmet.
I'm sorry. This illustration doesn't really resemble the accident at all. Except for being face down on the ground. I slipped on some ice, fell, and my ass saluted the night sky.
Did I mention/muscle relaxants are fun? Pass the Methocarbanol. Whee!!!
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