HOW THE FIGHT STARTED
I rear-ended a car this morning.
So there we are alongside the road and the driver slowly gets out of the car. . . and you know how you just-get-sooo-stressed and life-stuff seems to get funny?
Yeah, well, I could NOT believe it . . . he was a DWARF!
He storms over to my car, looks up at me and says, ‘I AM NOT HAPPY!’
So, I look down at him and say, ‘Well, which one are you then?’
. . . and that’s when the fight started . . .