Den (dewhitton) wrote,

Wild life

I saw a friend down the street this afternoon. He has a broken arm, two broken legs and great raking scratches across his face.

"What happened?"

"I was riding my bike along the boundary fence," he said. He lives on a farm. "You know that little corner with all the trees?"

I nodded. "You fell off?"

"Sort of. Just as I reached the trees a bloody great 'roo jumped out and landed on me! We went down like a pile of shit and I broke my leg. So I-"

"One leg?" I wondered. "But-"

"Yeah, the bastard landed on top and started kicking and busted my other leg. So I grabbed him 'round the neck and and punched him in the face a few times I was so pissed off. That's when he scratched me."

"That must have been hard with a broken arm!"

"Nah it wasn't broken then. The bastard jumped up and down on me a few times before pissing off. THEN it was broken. Fuck it was funny."

How do I know these people?

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