Due to my recent exercise kick (and the bitches at the rec center—those enablers!) I have done enough lat pulls that I am currently unable to lift my arms above my shoulders.
I am like John McCain. Who will comb my hair? Who will put silly and demeaning birthday hats on my head? Most importantly, who will pick out the wild-berry skittles that have become stuck in my hair after taking a nap on my WBS covered bed?
3 comments:
Mands-
Haw-haw! Reminds me of the Simpson's where some criminal is telling the shady doctor, he "tripped and fell on the bullet."
Mandy-
Bitch please. I have so much shit going on, it would blow your mind you emo-listening panera-working, summer-school flunky!
Flesh-
Yeah. Thank god I don't have anyone to look good for right now. The hobo-chic look I was cultivating is just turning out as 'hobo'.
That is right you ass-clown! All anyone needs for self-actualization are carbohydrates and Ed Grow!
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