and all scraped up!
Okay, I can't let this one pass without telling you a "story" from my past. When I was about 7, I lived just outside of New Orleans, in Kenner, Louisiana. Our street was directly across from the levy. I guess for flood prevention, there were huge drainage ditches that ran in front of the houses. The ditches were usually filled with muddy water. Sometimes on garbage pickup day, my friend and I would ride our bikes up the street and kick people's garbage cans into the ditches. One day, while doing that, my bike tipped over and I fell in the ditch. Hahahaha - true story. I got wet and muddy, but I don't know about wiser. (Although I don't think I ever did that again....)
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