I’ve had some pretty bad days in my time.  Days where I wished that I had never gotten out of bed.  Days that when I looked back at them I have to ask myself, “How did that happen?” or “Why did I do that?”

Like the time when I went ice skating and fell through the ice and found the dog that I had lost down there, frozen to death.  And when they pulled me out of the frigid water they had to revive me and I woke up to some guy with halitosis and a mullet giving me mouth-to-mouth, and then nobody would believe me about the dog.    OK, that never really happened, but you got to admit, that would have been a really bad day.

Anyway, I recently re-discovered this story below that a friend had emailed to me a couple of years ago.  It’s the story of one man and how his day went terribly awry. This is priceless stuff…

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