In the form of a fuzzy yellow ball bearing the name of Tom Hank's dear friend in Cast Away.
My back is killing me. My feet are killing me. So what do I do?
Place tennis ball between chair and shoulder blade. Settle ball into groove of yucky self destructing muscles. Proceed to awkwardly wiggle in said chair until the ball lands on that nasty icky muscle that hates you as much as you hate it. Lean into tennis ball and breathe deeply. Enjoy your poor man's massage.
Hey don't knock it 'till you've tried it.
It is presently keeping me sane and feeling in my left pinky and ring finger.
Don't every say I didn't give you nothin'.
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