Sometimes the world is made of ice...

And sometimes when the world is made of ice, I shouldn't walk.

Sometimes, when the world is made of ice and I shouldn't walk, I have to walk.

Sometimes, when the world is made of ice and I shouldn't walk, but I have to walk, I fall under the parked car next to mine.

That doesn't even do my arm justice.

I won't post the other half of the damage, though I'm sure it'll be a doozy when it finally starts to heal.

OUCH.