by qball » Tue Sep 06, 2011 11:35 pm
A chic on a Bic went over the top of me. Felt her fin on my shoulder, she got tangled in my cord. A little peeved, but I didn't blow up at her. Could have been my fault not that long ago.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming -- 'WOW, what a ride!!!'"