Leslie, I believe you. I boated with David the day he pitched into the Gasconade in February. He reached for a rotten branch sticking out of the water; it broke and he fell in.
I think that establishes history and predilection.
Stand by your story. Someday, David will face the truth and exonerate you.
Dude, you told me to shut off the motor. You should have told me to reverse the motor.
Besides, it was your landlord. What do I care?
Dude. Who was in control of the boat? I simply said you were going to run into the dock… We did…
You should have shouted. You’re motion indicated that I should shut it down.
But I never fell in the river.
Maybe. But, I never broke a dock. I believe you took out two levels of railing…
Rotten railing that needed to be repaired. I should be paid by your landlord. I saved him civil suit.
Whatever works for you. I mean, heading straight into a stair railing shoud definitely put up with a 20 foot bass boat. What was I thinking?
This is a untrue story. The end of the story is true but the way the canoe tipped over is a figment of my sons imagination.