This is why you have to clean and organize your house:
Poor bruised, battered, broken toe
It hurt like everything. I was in agony, agony, AGONY I tell you!! I think it’s broke.
Call 911!! I need an ambulance! Oh, wait, who am I yelling to???? There’s no one else here. Hmmmmm, think! What to do??? It’s so hard to think when you’re in AGONY!
I know! I’ll lay on the floor, and simply expire from the pain. And when someone comes looking for me, they’ll find my cold, broken body, stretched out on the floor, in a position of supplication… pleading for help, and non came. Ha, ha! That’ll teach ’em a lesson! Oh, wait! Teach who a lesson???? I’ll be dead. Okay, not the best plan....
I decided to fall onto the bed, clutching my foot, howling in agony. Did I mention I was in AGONY???
Once I recovered sufficiently, to be able to arise: I photographed the scene.
Here is a mug shot of the dastardly fiend, who’s responsible:
murderous fiend
How dare you be in MY way?? Well, what do you have to say for yourself?? Speak up!
Great, cat’s got it’s tongue.
I wrote an account of the tragic events, and gathered the evidence.
Can I sue the chair? (I’m sure I’d win!)
Update: Poor toe is getting better.. Still sulking about not winning the suit for a million dollars, against the chair, but healing nevertheless.
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