So my she-lover Jo (not really, she is just the shiznit) and I teamed up to kick some serious fireman ass in the local horseshoe league. This Friday we will begin our legacy as the hottest and most talented She-Throwers evah. Unfortunately for me, Jo will be absent this first day. While this makes me very sad, I decided to buck up and attempt to find someone to fill in. I have asked 7 different people.
SEVEN!
1. I have drill.
2. That's days away! I don't know what I'm doing.
3. I have to work.
4. Ha ha... no.
5. I don't throw things.
6. I suck so you don't want me.
7. Not with you.
The last one was particularly awesome.
So not only do I feel like last weeks garbage that was undesireable to start with, but now is just a rotting pile of oozing stench that no one wants to even pity. I'm wondering if I can just throw for both of us, because I think that is what it is coming down to.
In other news, I may need to rip my spine from my body. Something is doing the Tango on my sciatic nerve and therefore my left buttcheek might explode. KABOOM! I seriously need to get my ass back on track with the running and pilates. After all, bikini season is right around the corner, and honestly cottage cheese is only good in Orange Fluff.
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