the ever athletic and flexible me managed to miss a step over the weekend. i went home limping and in pain.
sprained right ankle and a wounded left hand. scratched. deeply scartched (oxymoronic, i know). you can see flesh. i used said hand to prevent my head from hitting the ground or anything hard (not dick).
and now it appears that i'm turning into a zombie. if i did turn into one, i'd like to eat bret mckenzie and jemaine clement's kiwi brains. why? youtube why.