Misery - almost like the movie
OK, if I consent to lay here and whimper like a bitch, will you make it stop? I mean, I get it - you are annoyed with me. So every motion needs to be painful, including breathing. Fine. I understand, this is your time to shine. But can we set a limit on how long this is going to go on? I mean, I've done the massage, the hot shower, the heating pads and ice packs, the pain killers, getting up and moving, laying down, sitting up - baby, I've tried them all.
So why are you such a miserable dried up nasty old whore to me?
Memo to God or Flying Spaghetti Monster, or whoever started this whole creation/life thing - did you really think this was adequate design? Have you looked at the blueprints you set up for the human lower back? Have you? Really? Cause any third rate engineer would tell you that it is structurally unsound based on analysis of the forces it will be compelled to withstand.
In-ad-e-quate.
*sound of whimpering and pure misery. Is this what getting old as dirt is all about?*
So why are you such a miserable dried up nasty old whore to me?
Memo to God or Flying Spaghetti Monster, or whoever started this whole creation/life thing - did you really think this was adequate design? Have you looked at the blueprints you set up for the human lower back? Have you? Really? Cause any third rate engineer would tell you that it is structurally unsound based on analysis of the forces it will be compelled to withstand.
In-ad-e-quate.
*sound of whimpering and pure misery. Is this what getting old as dirt is all about?*