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I have a tremendous amount of ridiculous stories, but one of my college roommates' favorites was how I got to dinner one night in the cafeteria. My undergrad was a very ornate school complete with Louis Tiffany windows and a goregous spanish dining room. Of course, I was running late and they were at the top of the stairs so I decided to jog up the beautiful staircase in front of about 100 students and 20 or so tourists... and proceeded to fall up the magificently ornate marble staircase. Which left an exquiste bruise immediately on both shins... while I was wearing shorts. But, I didn't fall up one or two steps. No, it had to be all 17 of them and whacked my shins on the second from the top with arms windmilling and flailing all over the place.
I'm am superbly coordinated. Did the same thing up the wooden staircases the next flight up at least four times per semester for the next two years.
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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