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cold and horny
There’s a little more to the “to pee or not to pee” story that I left out. Remember how I said that the Lil Pisser managed not to get the crap beat out of him that night? Well, here’s how. … Continue reading
the little pisser
Today’s Crossfit Workout was named: “Drinking from the Firehose.” I’m not sure why, since there is no drinking and no creative use of a firehose as one of the exercises, but I like the name. It reminds me of a … Continue reading
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blind man’s bluff
One of the games we played when we were little was called “Blind Man.” One person would put on a blindfold and then the rest of us would lead him around the yard by the arms and get him into … Continue reading
Posted in The Formative Years
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she might be an eight … but on a scale of what?
Yesterday, my imaginary boyfriend showed up at the gym with his real live actual girlfriend. At least I think it was his girlfriend. She called him a cute, lovey-dovey pet name and tried to hold his hand during the warmup. … Continue reading
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wheelchair cowboy
The only thing I remember about Red Dragon (one of the Silence of the Lambs movies) is the scene where Phillip Seymour Hoffman gets superglued to a wheelchair, set on fire, and goes careening down the street in a burst … Continue reading
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dude ranch
So here is the best idea I’ve seen in a LONG time: WHO KNEW!!! There are actual ranches that raise DUDES! I CANNOT believe that I’ve been alive this long and I completely did not know this. And not only do … Continue reading
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idiot mud jog (dba warrior dash)
Yesterday I drove north for three hours in my gas-guzzling Jeep Wrangler, to participate in the Lake Wales, Florida, 2011 Warrior Dash, a “mud crawling, fire leaping extreme run from hell.” Today, I am sitting here, back on my couch, wearing … Continue reading
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helmet head
So today … uggh … in just a few short hours, I’m supposed to be three hours north of where I am right now (on my warm and comfortable couch) – to somewhere remote, in the middle of the state, right … Continue reading
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storybook fashion
Since it’s cold here in Florida right now, I had to wear a jacket today. It’s blue and felt-like, with oversized buttons, and I love it like no other jacket I’ve ever owned: it’s warm and cozy and makes me feel safe. … Continue reading
the great sewage disaster of 1969
I wasn’t a stupid child. I didn’t stick marbles in my nose, or forks into electrical sockets, and I didn’t write on walls with crayons. For all my faults (conniving, ultra-serious, unpleasant, etc), I wasn’t a dummy. I would never … Continue reading
Posted in The Formative Years
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