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I Inform You What, OW


Over the weekend I slept on my neck improper – I assume 42 years of follow simply is not sufficient – so to show my head I needed to transfer like Michael Keaton’s Batman, lurching my complete torso round.

Me, stiffly staring 3 ft to the left of the place John is standing: “May you please transfer 3 ft to the correct.

After 2 days of this, I went to stretch a short time speaking to John… and threw out my higher again.

I swear this by no means occurs to me.

I used to be alleged to be writing posts on the time, so John loaded me up on scorching packs and smelly tingle lotions* and ache meds, however irrespective of how I attempted to take a seat I ended up trying like this:

“ow ow ow ow owowoowowowow”

[* “Smelly Tingle Creams” is the title of my Jake Peralta cover band]

[Also that joke has many layers to keep it family-friendly. You’re welcome.]

Finally all that stuff kicked in, although, and right here I’m, blissful as a bruised hard-boiled egg being thrown in a puddle:

No wait, blissful as a panicked Ernie from Sesame Avenue… being thrown in a puddle:

No wait, blissful as a crab who’s simply realized life is a endless quagmire of ethical ambiguity and socially dissociative experiences interspersed with bodily pains… however a minimum of we nonetheless have brownies.

… in a puddle.

Dang, this smelly tingle cream is sweet stuff.

Due to Anony M., Elizabeth A., Megan H., Kristy L., Beth S., & Caroline H. for letting me work out my crabbiness.

And from my different weblog, Epbot:

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