50 cent: i don't even know my name, they call me handsome.
on wednesday i decided that i was sick and tired of walking the conventional straight line and i had to do something about it. but what was i to do? i didn't want to fake a limp and i didn't want get drunk every morning. with those two options eliminated, i figured i was only left with only one possible solution...
somehow, i needed to obtain a lateral ankle tear.
to accomplish such a strenuous endeavor would require meticulous planning. the plan goes as follows:
step one: go to wrestling practice.
step two: pivot on my ankle, then proceed to rotate my body around it till i hear a snap, and not the snap you hear with breakfast cereal, but the type of snap you hear when a muscle is forced in a very wrong direction.
step three: grab a hold of said ankle; grimace my face in pain; and shout the words "oh fuck!!!" in a zeus-like manner.
my plan couldn't have been executed any better.
in addition to being able to walk in a stylish wobbly, unstable fashion i also now have a legit reason to use the motorized shopping carts inside of stores. they are kinda cool, but they go at a pace that makes snail mail look like the future.
i'm gonna step on that little lady! isn't it cute?
speaking of cute,
i went to the ocb with matt and serg and i ate worthy 10 plates of food. that was more than the other two failures combined. but when we got back home, they were the clear winners and i was about to explode.
lets see...i had a lot of subject matter but forgot a lot of it....
ohhhh! i did my taxes and i am getting 500 tacos back!!!
but i missed breakfast the next morning.
anyhow, i am gonna go find a place to store my 500 tacos when i get them.
somehow, i needed to obtain a lateral ankle tear.
to accomplish such a strenuous endeavor would require meticulous planning. the plan goes as follows:
step one: go to wrestling practice.
step two: pivot on my ankle, then proceed to rotate my body around it till i hear a snap, and not the snap you hear with breakfast cereal, but the type of snap you hear when a muscle is forced in a very wrong direction.
step three: grab a hold of said ankle; grimace my face in pain; and shout the words "oh fuck!!!" in a zeus-like manner.
my plan couldn't have been executed any better.
in addition to being able to walk in a stylish wobbly, unstable fashion i also now have a legit reason to use the motorized shopping carts inside of stores. they are kinda cool, but they go at a pace that makes snail mail look like the future.
i'm gonna step on that little lady! isn't it cute?
speaking of cute,
i went to the ocb with matt and serg and i ate worthy 10 plates of food. that was more than the other two failures combined. but when we got back home, they were the clear winners and i was about to explode.
lets see...i had a lot of subject matter but forgot a lot of it....
ohhhh! i did my taxes and i am getting 500 tacos back!!!
but i missed breakfast the next morning.
anyhow, i am gonna go find a place to store my 500 tacos when i get them.