When I was younger, I thought I was so goddamn cool (and I was, too) that I was walkin' down the street in wintertime Boston, for the viewing of some hella fine honeys, like I was doin' the werewolves of London, when I slipped and fell on my ass on the ice! At that moment, all I could think of was to say, "I meant to do that." The chicks giggled; ouch, that was embarrassing.
