Why did I follow the example of that guy in Texas and try to climb over that eight-foot fence?
Sure wish I hadn't landed on that high dollar GPS gear when I fell trying to get over that eight-foot fence.
Who knew there were javelina inside that fence?
Who would have guessed it would take over two hours to get EMT's to me?
Hurrying to get over that danged fence instead of going around so I could get to Maribeth's recital on time might not have been such a good idea.
I wonder if someone ever got my gear picked up that I left behind as I tried to crawl back over that eight-foot fence with that rattler wrapped around my leg?
Thank heavens these doctors knew how to minimize stroke damage despite no one finding me for three hours after it hit.
Wuh? Huh? Er, whatzit? Yubbabubbalubbahubba. Mmmmmmm.
What was it that officer told me? Three charges or four were filed? What were they? I wonder how much I'll have to pay to get some lowbidder lawyer? Wonder if I'll be out of here in time for the hearing?
Man, oh, man. That was one crazy woman! When she came rolling up and shot out my windshield I knew things were bad. Who would have thought that little dried-up, 88-pound old woman could do all of this to a big ol' boy like me?
