I have no idea what happened to my "laze around the house" shorts, so I put on a pair of Chris' basketball shorts that he left over here.
First thought: Man I feel like a lesbian.
Second thought: These are a little tight around the middle.
What the hell Chris, get fatter.
The end of the day was not calm and easy. It was met with a pounding headache, eight urines and TWELVE occult bloods. Yes, the test where we receive a specimen cup with a turd in it, and we have to dig in and smear it on a card. You're welcome.
I'm going to take a nap.
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