I need a signature phrase, like Emeril's BAM!," and I am thinking "klonk!"
I decided this in the shower after I sprayed my feet with too-wot water, which sent me lurching backward into my shower chair, which sent me rebounding forward so my forehead met the grab bar up close and personal.
My immediate thought upon cracking my head was "holy crap grab bars are solid." And yes, I know they have to be solid, but in my defense my brain had just been sloshed around.
I actually forgot all about this head-banging until I got home. I guess if I can walk away from an injury, or roll away, it is just not worth remembering.
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- Klonk
- Suck on this, depression
- Back to normal
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- This Republican rocks
- Crash test dummy
- I'm so vain
- My kingdom for a remote
- Of course, sad songs make you sad, idiot!
- Do more with less
- I wanna be a rock 'n' roll star
- The stomach ache was worth it
- Trying for neatness almost kills me
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- I'd rather write than work anyway
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- Definitely an accident
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2 comments:
until you got what?? don't leave me hanging.
jtg
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