I Hate the Name
...but it fits so well. On Tuesday I managed to pull a muscle along my spine in my sleep (don't ask, I just hope it was worth it) and called into work because I'm a wimp and won't pull an espresso shot with a sore right arm. So having the day off I was home to see my Uncle Tom pull into the yard and nearly get crushed when he attempted to pull the
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I tried chasing the roadrunner last week. I ended up singing off all my body hair, getting a twelve-foot lump on my head, and I fell two miles after I realized that I was running on thin air.
Dammit, why'd I have to look down?
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