This morning at 11:30 I tripped. On pavement. Fell hard on my right leg. Drew blood. Had to leave college early to recuperate. There is good to come of this, though. Now that I am wounded, I get to lie, exaggerate, brag to the ladies and maybe some of the guys too. Now, if someone walks up to me says "Hey, nice cut." I'll be able to say "Thanks. I took on Chuck Norris mano e mano. You should see him." If someone asks "Whoa, did you fall?" I'll be able to say with utmost respect "No, I thought the pavement was giving me a dirty look so I drop-kicked it. DAMN!!!" I am such a magnificent rhymes-with-witch! Toodles!