I'm still bleeding and trying to regain control over the pain centres in my brain and my bowels, I may not be able to compete in every event at least not in a white tracksuit. also please move your car off me.
All right how about just not spinning the tires on me? and the base bins in your car are giving me a headache, Ohh can I borrow your mobile I wanna get an ambulance and a pizza, you want anything a can of lilt or anything? my treat.(so cold, light fading, never saw Paris)
Done! 'dies, all the women of the world enter convents in mourning then leave a week later feeling silly'