If I could take photos of my bruises that accurately reflected the depth of color and relational size, I'd probably start a bruise blog wherein I could diarize the comings and goings of my colorful skin. This week's soccer game left me with a couple on my arm and a lovely, huge, and frightfully painful one on my shin. It's so bad, I might have to sit out next week as the thought of anything even brushing up against it makes my eyes water. And sitting out fries my eggs...I pay to play so if I'm in town and physically able to be there, I'm there. What's more, I'm pretty sure my psyche is just as easily bruised. Maybe if I could, say, eat a lot of pineapple and that would cure my subcutaneous bruising, I could find some remedy for the bruising I take regularly to my soul? Something like rubbing shedded dog hair on my eyebrows would be good, lord knows I've got plenty of dog hair at my disposal. Don't get me wrong, most of the soul bruising is sel...
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Martin:Okay, would ya mind, just skip to the end.
Bob: To... the very end? "For a while."
Martin Q. Blank: Whew. That's good man.
Bob: "For a while."
Martin Q. Blank: That's excellent!
Bob: You wanna do some blow?
Martin Q. Blank: No I don't.
and i'm so finding a picture of you guys as feminie hygiene products.
Hi Pilgrim! Glad you could join us and comment. To my loyal readers, I went to high school with Pilgrim and he was one of the FEW people in my class that I truly liked.
JP, but I love feathers!
Jasoners? It's high time you got a blog. But thank you for answering or attempting to answer all of my stupid questions. Oh and to the "holiday spirit" part I say BAH FUCKING HUMBUG
And the spirit of Christmas... not that I'm really into that sort of thing but wasn't the original theory more to do with the birth of the son of god, salvation for the mortal souls of mankind and the celebration of the Christian faith more than running up credit card bills!?!
(for the record my spirit of Christmas is whiskey if anyone has spare CC capacity!)