It kept getting worse
Just how many hits can you take before finally going down and exclaiming, “That’s it for me, I’m done”? This comment starts off pretty wild, and with each line you read, it keeps getting worse and worse; just when you wonder it probably couldn’t get worse, it does!
Broken bowl, stabbed arm, uncontrollable blood loss, and irresponsive mobile assistant. We wonder how bad someone’s horoscope must be to go through all of these on the same day. If it weren’t for his neighbor, he wouldn’t have survived.
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