Post by Matterosexual on Nov 3, 2005 15:40:15 GMT -6
When my father was a child, his uncle gave him this beautiful cast iron replica of the Golden Gate bridge. On night after my grandpa had sent my father and his sister to bed, dad was sneaking around his room. He was trying to climb up the shelves in his closet to get a toy from the top shelf when he slipped and fell. He fell ass-first onto the cast iron Golden Gate bridge which left a sizable hole in his ass cheek. He of course started bawling and bleeding all over the bedroom. His father and mother came rushing in to see what the commotion was about. Grandma instantly thought that my father needed stitches so the wound wouldn't leave a scar, to which grandpa replied 'It's his ass for Christ sakes...Not his face!'
The morale of the story:
'Shut up and wrestle'
The morale of the story:
'Shut up and wrestle'
