Saturday, July 31, 2010

You know that tendon thing that connects your pointer finger to your wrist? Well, slightly embarrassing story time! Mine hurts like holy shit. And I wish I could say it's from fighting off ninjas in the dead of night or defending my homestead from the skunk that frequents the porch like it's some sort of night club hot spot. Because those make me sound cool and badass. But in reality, it is from sex. Yes...sex. And that, lady and gentleman, is the definition of out of shape. When you sprain your hand holding yourself up...

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