You can stuff your sorries in a sack, mister! J/k. That blows. You can have my sorries and put them in a brown paper sack with a tallboy from the gas station.
Oh that sucks! You poor thing!
I once threw up after I got drunk drinking margaritas...it was red and we (bf and I) were convinced I was puking blood. We were on the way to the hospital before he remembers they were strawberry margaritas.
This last weekend, I nearly killed my damn self tripping over a traffic cone that was marking off the side of the farmer's market - you know, to keep cars from turning the corner too sharply and hitting the stands. As I was walking to my car, holding my super heavy bag of loot in front of me (I could barely see over the top), I got one foot caught UNDER the edge of the cone and stepped on the top of it with the other foot, causing me to become tangled up in this four foot beast. My bag of groceries went flying, arms were flailing. It took about 20 feet and 30 seconds to recover. Ugh. I was humiliated and still had to pick up all my loot before I could race off to my car.
This last weekend, I nearly killed my damn self tripping over a traffic cone that was marking off the side of the farmer's market - you know, to keep cars from turning the corner too sharply and hitting the stands. As I was walking to my car, holding my super heavy bag of loot in front of me (I could barely see over the top), I got one foot caught UNDER the edge of the cone and stepped on the top of it with the other foot, causing me to become tangled up in this four foot beast. My bag of groceries went flying, arms were flailing. It took about 20 feet and 30 seconds to recover. Ugh. I was humiliated and still had to pick up all my loot before I could race off to my car.
Re: I need all your sorries...
This last weekend, I nearly killed my damn self tripping over a traffic cone that was marking off the side of the farmer's market - you know, to keep cars from turning the corner too sharply and hitting the stands. As I was walking to my car, holding my super heavy bag of loot in front of me (I could barely see over the top), I got one foot caught UNDER the edge of the cone and stepped on the top of it with the other foot, causing me to become tangled up in this four foot beast. My bag of groceries went flying, arms were flailing. It took about 20 feet and 30 seconds to recover. Ugh. I was humiliated and still had to pick up all my loot before I could race off to my car.
I'm sure I'm on YouTube.
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Omg shavers.....hahaha!