It was quick and potentially deadly...

It was quick and potentially deadly. As yours actually aka the Klutz, bourned down a flight of cake stairs, Mr. Coordination tripped, flew between the walls of the air and landed flat forward his back. The pain was paralyzing, and the situation was not helped at the fact that the wind was knocked public of me. But it was after six and everyone had left the office.

The choices were simple: Either commit to memory up immediately or lay there till the deity knows when someone would find me The best the Klutz could manage was a inert crawl, through a couple of oil blemishs in the garage. to what extent I got into the car? Don't