- Tue Feb 26, 2013 2:51 am
if you can work 'charlie don't surf' into a conversation you're my hero.
confession: I fell off a 'hop up' today and landed like I fell from the fourth floor.
a little bit of a rolled ankle if'n you was a-wondering.
mitch: look, mate... I don't want to make a big issue of this but I fell off of that and landed right there.
safety nanny: what happened?
mitch: well I'm a bit embarrassed really...
safety nanny: what, you land on your dick?
mitch: that's pretty funny, super nanny. no, mate... what happened was I stepped backwards and I think my brain was telling me it was the size of a standard tread which as you can see it is not.
safety nanny: do you want to make a report?
mitch: yes. I'd like to report that if my ankle is the size of a basketball in the morning I shan't be seeing you.
safety nanny: no worries then.
mitch: great. now fuck off and go find something to do. I think I saw someone running with scissors on the second floor.
safety nanny: break a leg, mitch.
mitch: ha ha... I'm trying, mate.
we'll always have buffalo, sweet josh.