I remember when I was 5, I got hit by a metal sled at Chestnut Ridge and broke my ankle. That fucking sucked! It was MLK day. After needing stitches on my head the following mLK day, I now fear that day and do as little as possible every year.
I remember when I was 5, I got hit by a metal sled at Chestnut Ridge and broke my ankle. That fucking sucked! It was MLK day. After needing stitches on my head the following mLK day, I now fear that day and do as little as possible every year.