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This morning, seeking to cure a mild hangover with vigorous exercise, I tore through the garage in search of my bicycle. However, I was unable to find it. Later I would discover that quantum tunneling (or maybe one of the house-owners that used the garage) had moved it to the porch, but at the time it was mysteriously absent.
So, I dusted off my roller-blades, which I had a lot of fun with back in the day, but have not used in years, and tore off into the dawn. I fell a few times. I kind of expected this, due to my long absence from the sport. It is also, I suppose, kind of like skateboarding, in that losing some skin is part of the territory. One fall, I cut my left knee pretty good. It wasn't that serious, and as a youthful, vaguely reckless, non-OCD lad, I wasn't carring band-aids. What else was there to do but continue along? So I did, my wound oozing blood. Eventually I tired, and headed home. By this time, other people were starting to show up on the previously-deserted streets - yuppies walking small, fluffy dogs (otherwise known as fashion accessories that poop). By that time, my slow leak of bodily fluids had had plenty of time to do its thing. The sight of a lad rumbling by on rollerblades, left leg coated in blood, seemed to rattle them somewhat. I should do that every morning. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2007-06-08 07:23:00 | |
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