I don't know if it was jealousy or envy, but I felt the urge to join my ladder falling friends tonight.
As hard as I tried, I could not get hospitalized. I did in style though, and would have scored a ten, had the judges been there. It is probably my imagination, but in that micro-second that I was airborne, my brain had time to say to itself, "you got to be frickin kidding me." The moral to the story is, There is really a reason not to stand on that top step. And, for once I can say, "my fat posterior came in handy," as it took the brunt of the fall. David Locklear
