So I was sharing some funny falling stories with a friend on msn last night that had me in stitches. I'll just tell you mine though cause I'd ruin his. So my first year of university, I was super angsty. It was during one of my intense punk/goth phases. So one day, I'm marching down one of the ramps in Hub mall, and I'm looking stylishly moody. I'm all gothed out and snarling with a "bring it on" look on my face, when all of a sudden I twist my ankle and go barrelling down the ramp like a furious black beach ball! Everyone was starring at me, not sure what to do. My stuff was littered all the way down the ramp and my body was splayed out in all directions!! Punk-rock my ass. Then, only a couple weeks later (my ankle was still weak), I tripped on the last step in one of the stairwells. The door at the bottom was ajar, and I landed with my head caught in it like a door stopper. I kind of have a rep for falling a lot. I remember the first Christmas I started going out with my ex, Rob, we were walking home together one day with a friend of mine. They were ahead me when I slipped on a patch of ice and went straight down on my ass like a cartoon slipping on a banana peel. Luckily, the coffee mug he gave me earlier that day was in my back pack and broke my fall!! They said it was like one minute I was there, and the next I just disappeared. Oh-- this is the best one...Last year at work, I was carrying a bucket of chlorine water across the kitchen floor. I lost my balance and spilled some, and THEN I slipped on the stuff I spilled and went right over, landing ass first as usual of course, and creating a tidal wave of bleach that went all the way into the dining room and scared the customers!!!! Actually, I did that twice in the 8 months I worked there. I slipped on the wet floors at least 10 times. Yeeeess. It was always a comedy. Well I think those are the best ones. Of course I have various drunken falling stories but it's not as funny as when yer sober cause then you have no excuse.