I recently wrote a blog at The Embiggens Project about a Kansas town called Spasticville. As a complete and utter klutz, I was relieved to know that, finally, there was somewhere that I would fit in.
I have fallen in a hole at Walmart and broken my arm; dropped an old-school metal typewriter on my foot and broken it (the foot, not the typewriter. Nothing could break that thing); spilled boiling noodle water on my belly button; fried my arm and wondered what the funny burning smell was; fell off my high school stage and landed in the splits (doing some major ligament damage); and managed to become airborne after a Honda Accord collided with my butt. I am spastic.
I am quite pleased, however, to discover that Barry Weiss is a fellow klutz. Not only have stray storage locker items tried to render him unconscious, but, as the following video shows–sometimes walking and talking should never be attempted at the same time.
Perhaps, he and I can
limp traipse off into the sunset and suffer sunstroke live happily ever after in the unfortunate happy town of Spasticville, Kansas.