At a barbecue
Hurrying to go outside
Face plant in the door
Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.
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Oooh! Ouch!
This has a familiar feeling... (been there, done that)
Lol. Ouch!
I don't think you made that up...