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denI saw a friend down the street this afternoon. He has a broken arm, two broken legs and great raking scratches across his face.
"What happened?"
"I was riding my bike along the boundary fence," he said. He lives on a farm. "You know that little corner with all the trees?"
I nodded. "You fell off?"
"Sort of. Just as I reached the trees a bloody great 'roo jumped out and landed on me! We went down like a pile of shit and I broke my leg. So I-"
"One leg?" I wondered. "But-"
"Yeah, the bastard landed on top and started kicking and busted my other leg. So I grabbed him 'round the neck and and punched him in the face a few times I was so pissed off. That's when he scratched me."
"That must have been hard with a broken arm!"
"Nah it wasn't broken then. The bastard jumped up and down on me a few times before pissing off. THEN it was broken. Fuck it was funny."
How do I know these people?
"What happened?"
"I was riding my bike along the boundary fence," he said. He lives on a farm. "You know that little corner with all the trees?"
I nodded. "You fell off?"
"Sort of. Just as I reached the trees a bloody great 'roo jumped out and landed on me! We went down like a pile of shit and I broke my leg. So I-"
"One leg?" I wondered. "But-"
"Yeah, the bastard landed on top and started kicking and busted my other leg. So I grabbed him 'round the neck and and punched him in the face a few times I was so pissed off. That's when he scratched me."
"That must have been hard with a broken arm!"
"Nah it wasn't broken then. The bastard jumped up and down on me a few times before pissing off. THEN it was broken. Fuck it was funny."
How do I know these people?