How I Met Your Father: the one where 2020 took things to Jumanji levels of horrible

There I was, lying spread-eagled, legs in the air, searching for my underwear, panting hard and screaming the Good Lord’s name… I know what you’re thinking but get your minds out of the goddamn (pun totally intended) gutter! I’d recently torn my left ankle’s tendons and had realised, midway through trying to pull my pants […]

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