|
This is the sad story of my Sporting career. Well, I was down the park practicing my gumboot throwing for the Taihape games last December, when I pulled a muscle in my leg (The Doctor said it was one of the big muscles). I tried a little to hard while heaving a Para Rubber size 13, or as the people in the business like to call it, a PR13. I lay on the ground helpless for well over a minute when, luckily, an old hebrew, who was walking his pet ferret, saw me and called an ambulance (The Hebrew, not the ferret). The ambulance came 10 minutes later (slackasses). The ambo's hopped out of their vee-hickle in such a hurry they forget to put the handbrake on. Well, not even the Hebrew with his well oiled ferret could save me now. The abulance started to roll towards me as my life flashed before my eyes, and then "crunch" (or other onamatopaeis to that effect). The Ambulance then delicately rolled over my stomach, rupturing my spleen. But I'm not bitter, even though I will never be a proffesional gumboot thrower. It was a sad sad day. Sad! |
|
