So I got the urge to cut down some branches handing over our driveway (big house, big driveway, surrounded by woods. So I put up a ladder, climed up with my bow saw (about 6 feet up) and started cutting. Oh, did I mention I was wearing shorts and sandals? Of course the ladder went down with me on it. Scraped the shit out of my leg and ripped my shorts, but no other harm. Went in the house, put on jeans and boots, put the ladder back up and cut that sucker down.
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