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When the poet dropped his lunch on the sidewalk, bystanders were much more impressed by the elegance of his cursing than by that of the bicycle courier whose misfortune it was to entangle a crusty French loaf in his spokes.
“What I’d really like,” Frank told his wife as she scratched inside his bodycast with a yardstick, “is to live someplace where the local slang for bicyclists isn’t ‘speedbumps.’”
Hot stones sound like excellent massage/relaxation therapy, but just see what happens when you swallow one.
Jim, having read the latest study which proved that every minute spent walking adds one minute to your life, experienced a great epiphany about this fountain of youth, got up off the couch, tied on his sneakers and headed down the street, feeling good, feeling strong, hearing the chirp of the birds, smiling at the first tulips of spring, his step light and full of hope; he never saw the bus.
After the accident, Buck was troubled when he realized that all the pretty girls now reminded him of old Army buddies—or was it the other way around?—he couldn’t be sure, and that fact alone scared him shitless.
i broke my rib last friday and i’m tired of being stoic about it so i will accept commiseration and bizarre treatment options now; thank you.
A gyroscope ladder would never tip over, reducing the number of idiots hurt each year.
Darren adamantly defended himself before the Board of Regents – let’s face it, sexual harassment is specious in most case – explaining that is quite possible to accidently trip and land face first in a comely coed’s breasts.
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