"I should'a known better"
So the story goes something like this: George has a bit of a hobby farm, he was attempting to do a graceful pirouette over one of the barbed wire fences, something he assures me he does all the time, except this time someone had magically and mysteriously put a large rock right where George landed, after months in a bright purple cast he is now looking at a knee replacement and a bit of time in the chair. But always up for a chuckle he seems to be looking on the bright side....
"the good news is I always have a seat when I come to Bruce's now"
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