Oil Change
The late nights and early mornings have finally taken their toll this week. I can usually handle it if I mix in a healthy dose of running, or stretching. A couple of quick visits to the gym. Maybe a little whoppiee. No time for that nonsense.
Gotta makea dolla.
Well, folks heed my advice. Listen to your body. If it’s fighting you, don’t fight back. Trust me, you don’t want to feel like I do today. Legs like lead. Tendons like cables. Blood like syrup. Bones creaking, cracking, grinding.
Zero lightness in my step, or my attitude.
Gotta big presentation today. Gotta make a quick turnaround. Just writing you about it helps. So I thank ye for listening.
Now go eff yourself.
GM
Gotta makea dolla.
Well, folks heed my advice. Listen to your body. If it’s fighting you, don’t fight back. Trust me, you don’t want to feel like I do today. Legs like lead. Tendons like cables. Blood like syrup. Bones creaking, cracking, grinding.
Zero lightness in my step, or my attitude.
Gotta big presentation today. Gotta make a quick turnaround. Just writing you about it helps. So I thank ye for listening.
Now go eff yourself.
GM
posted by Greg Monaco at 9:31 AM
3 Comments:
Take my advice, get some rest because your broya is coming in on Sunday and I don't need you PMSing on me too.
Since when is whoopie nonsense?
No alcoholic worth his weight in magarita salt would admit that the sauce beat him back like that. Not only that but if you were serious about the bottle like me, you wouldn't have to worry about the gym, running or even whoppee. Whisky takes care of its own.
Then again, if you've been busy like that, you may just be a quart low.
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