I cannot complain about the lightning bolts of agony shooting out from my lower back; I should have known better than to bend over and tie my shoes.
What could I have been thinking?
June 7, 2015 at 12:34 pm
take care of your vessel friend. get yourself some slip-ons. a gusseted congress gaiter. sammy davis jr-like.
June 7, 2015 at 2:53 pm
I would give you some of my youth and vitality, but I feel like an 80 year old war vet rn bc of water polo so yer outta luck
June 7, 2015 at 3:13 pm
Sounds like the joys of the sciatic nerve, welcome to middle age Totd
June 7, 2015 at 3:29 pm
I’M IN MY GODDAMNED PRIME.
June 7, 2015 at 4:14 pm
Doesn’t sound like it…
June 7, 2015 at 4:16 pm
If I could stand or move, I’d teach you some manners, you whippysnapper.
June 7, 2015 at 4:19 pm
Ain’t you Goofy at Disneyworld or some shit? Gotta be standing, go get them gainz, son
June 7, 2015 at 3:35 pm
My apologies, i’ve crested that hill and its steep on this side..
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