The guy in the hospital bed next to me had a similar story. Riding along and slipped on leaves, bounced over a drystone wall into a field. He sat up and thought fcuk me I’m lucky, no damage. Then his motorcycle landed on him and broke his back. Thankfully there wasn’t permanent damage and he walked out several weeks later.
For all you amoeba fans out there--or Far Side fans--or better yet, fans of Far Side amoeba cartoons, here's a series of them. I'd love to know how Gary Larson's brain works.
@Sandi T. : I'd love to know how Gary Larson's brain works. Mmmmhhh... I feel a certain kinship... (...but I am not sure, if my brain does really work...)
A farmer decided he wanted to go to town and see a movie. As he approached, the ticket agent asked, “Sir, what’s that on your shoulder?” The old farmer said, “That’s my pet rooster Chuck. Wherever I go, Chuck goes.” “I’m sorry, sir,” said the ticket agent. “We can’t allow animals in the theater.” The old farmer went around the corner and stuffed Chuck down his overalls. Then he returned to the booth, bought a ticket, and entered the theater. He sat down next to two old widows named Mildred and Marge. The movie started and the rooster began to squirm. The old farmer unbuttoned his fly so Chuck could stick his head out and watch the movie. “Marge,” whispered Mildred. “What?” said Marge. “I think the guy next to me is a pervert.” “What makes you think so?” asked Marge. “He undid his pants and he has his thing out,” whispered Mildred. “Eh, don’t worry about it,” said Marge. “At our age we’ve seen ’em all.” “I thought so too,” said Mildred, “but this one’s eatin’ my popcorn!”
Canvassing in Sunderland is a bit risky these day's. https://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/new...and-election-candidate-dale-mckenzie-17323814
