P.K.N. 579. What's up, boys? How's it going? How's it going? Life flashed before my eyes today.

Tell me more. I was doing a little laundry and I grabbed this comforter that had been sitting on the couch. It started to smell like dog.

And I threw it down the stairs toward the laundry room. There's carpet on those stairs. And it kind of made it three quarters of the way down.

A little of it still draped on the stairs.

And like, I know in my mind that that makes it for an incredibly slippery and precarious scenario

when there's a slick sort of velvety comforter.

And they can move on itself almost.

Exactly.

Yeah. But I stepped on down those stairs into the darkness nonetheless. And they can move on itself almost. Exactly.

Yeah.

But I stepped on down those stairs into the darkness nonetheless.

And my feet shot out from under me.

And I fell in the air down six or seven stairs.

Like I didn't just fall down and go blib, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

I like home alone. You slipped like a cartoon like marv getting

hit with a paint bucket came down the staircase and like grabbed the railing with my hand as i was

flying through the air but like landed hard on my like lower back like at the bottom and just

laid there for a good 10 seconds in excruciating pain and like

wiggling it was like a cop who'd just been in a gunfight I'm like nothing's broken nothing's

broken was there anyone else at home oh just the dogs just the dogs but I had just fed them a delicious

dinner and so nobody came to check on me.

They were all munching down. Like, they heard me fall. They heard me scream. But they had things to do. They were eating their bit. They're the kibbles and bit. That's low. They should have come to check on you. I felt a little bad. At least Toby should have. A cat would have checked on the body. Yeah, you would have seen

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