So a few min ago, Garrett and I were @ Dunks w/ Chad and we were waving to my roommate Bennett who was at the drive thru... on our walk back to our table, the floor was wet and there was no "wet floor" sign: Garrett ate shit face first onto the floor, smashed his stomach/ribs/hip on the table, his sunglasses flew across the room... large iced coffee had the top come off and FLEW everywhere. I turned around, didn't see he was on the floor really, tripped OVER him, went flying.. smashed my knees on the ground, my coffee flew everywhere- in our shirts, on our heads.... my cell phone flew into the trash barrel (and I didn't find it for 10 minutes until the Dunks kid picked thru the trash and found it) and we just sat there on the ground in an ocean of iced coffee, puzzled. As everyone stared at us.
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*snicker* Oh, no! *giggle* That's terrible honey! *snort* Are you okay?
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