When it's not your time to die
On Mar 11, 11:53*am, (The Older
Gentleman) wrote:
Just had a call from an old friend. Like us, she went skiing at
half-term, with her daughter. And she took a tumble and (it turned out)
did her cruciate ligaments in one knee....
It came to a halt 10 feet from the edge of a precipice.
The Fickle Finger of Fate. And if the bitch is fickle enough, just as
the lady walks out of the hospital, she gets run over by a lunatic
cager.
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