SHARING IS CARING

Today I fell. I hike up mountains, I jump across rocky streams, I climb on bolders, and I even crawled around Portland shitfaced, and did I get hurt? NO!

I was on one of my little side adventures and I crossed a dirt road with a little farm house. The sign said, "FRESH EGGS DAILEY", follow the arrow. So I did. One, two, three arrows and the final one led to a door. I went in. Not only were there chickens but there was chicken shit everywhere. BAM, I went down like Jerry Cooney in the eighth. Long Islanders know what I mean.