You may disagree with the will of the gods, but Bachus must have me listed in his good books out of the taxes I have paid for my vino.
SWMBO went out and marked all the weeds in the garden that needed to be removed and after a session of vino indulging, I ventured out into the jungle in my thongs (not the “G”, but the flip flops). Mucho agro got the better of me and I resorted to physical violence to drag the bugger, out by his teeth.
Slipped, stumbled, cartwheeled and rolled over the rocks,
close to a precipisse,
that could have claimed my doom.
Gathering my wits off the ground, I realised that thanks to the gods, my lack of sobriety preventend me from greeting the ground with cordial engagement that may have been a lasting impression in more congenial break throughs.
Examining my wounds,
I feel that the ground had the better advantage,
And after copious amounts of antiseptic Savlon, I decided to get back to considering sticking to puzzle posting.
The moral of this story is to keep out of fucking gardens… and drink vino instead.
If your first cut is too short... Take the second cut from the longer end... LBD
The shekel direction would go the wrong way... I had considered to sell my garden which could have given me cash in the pocket, but the bloody prospective buyer wanted me to move out!!!... and leave my Fe$tool?????
Spa/vino and NRL time... bi!... Go Storm!
If your first cut is too short... Take the second cut from the longer end... LBD
Duckster--Good God, Never Garden and Drink! That should be your motto! On another note, there doe not appear to be much blood for an injury of that magnitude....did vino come from your wounds? Do you still have circulation? Take care fo yourself, my friend, we need you.
Thanks guys.... this was not posted to solicit sympathy or anti-alcohol sentiments... it was designed to warn people of the perils of gardening... leave that for the gnomes.
Holy cow! I can do that fall with no alcohol, though. Hope you feel better, soon! I have strike marks all over my forearms like a septuagenarian prizefighter, myself. If I die walking down the street, the police are going to think that they are defensive wounds and look for assailants.
Could be worse. I'm a member of a metal working forum that had a member who was pulling some plant out of the ground and when it released more easily than expected, fell backwards, hit his head and died from his injuries. #HireYoungPeopleToPullWeeds
and extolled satisfaction, however, one wonders who won that scrap.... nearly go decapitated by a low flying branch, without a pilot's license. The pink boots came out of hybernation, for the reign dance (it started to rain) and celebrate the demise of the culprit and his accomplice.
FAIW, that bloody branch also had a blue tape on it that I decided to remove a while back.
If your first cut is too short... Take the second cut from the longer end... LBD
UNfortunately I can count on one hand the number of days per year I don't have festering wounds on my shins. For an old fart I cut/scrape/bruise easily with copious amount of claret.... however, after the red sets in (2 days after) and the bed sheets weigh a ton, it dissipates fairly quickly and I seem to heal fast (and well).
I repeat again that this was not a plea for sympathy... but my stance against gardening.... weeds rule!
If your first cut is too short... Take the second cut from the longer end... LBD
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