Have I learned nothing from 70s margarine commercials? I'm fresh from my traditional Sunday morning long run. The forecast was for rain, sleet, snow and winds gusting up to 50 mph. If I haven't mentioned it, I relish conditions like that. If I may borrow from horse-racing parlance, I'm a mudder. You say "sloppy mess" and I say "bring it." I think it has something to do with my hardworking German heritage. Specifically, my time on the East German women's Olympic swim team. Regardless, I'm here to tell you that after you've been blown into a wet ditch behind the Pizza Hut, you begin to rethink the hubris of defying the elements. Seriously, blown into a wet ditch. I wouldn't lie to you.
Or maybe it was just instant karma for tainting that last sweet post with talk of getting my cigar smoked by some randomness? Blowjob, blown into a ditch, nice twist there, Universe. Anyway, speaking of my taint.....
ADDED: Here's a little visual proof of my ditchity pursuits.
I know, it doesn't look like much, but that's like the only few inches of my skin that was exposed. Freezing cold here, remember?
5 comments:
that looks ugly
amputation just below the knee is indicated.
Oh I relish conditions that are not like that at all. But anyway, nice foot. Really, it's hot, wound and all.
ur-spo, it pales compared to the wound to my pride. I got up and checked for traffic before I crawled out of the ditch.
samuel, and I didn't even include the toes. The reflection off my glossy toes and all....
Just wanted to wish you a Happy Christmas! Hope your Christmas Eve day at work isn't too painful!
ouch.
But I'm sure it's nothing a visit from Helga, the hot, manly official East German Women's Olympic swim team nurse couldn't help with.
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