Over the past few months when i was a shut in, i started making a list of things i wanted to do!
Besides being generic and saying "Moving Around More", i have started awkward joga moves. to reward my sore body....im going out drinking tonight! NO ONE SHOULD DIE WATCHING RACHEAL RAY. now before the medical community starts calling telling me to "baby step" back into society, hear me out. In the old days when someone asked if i wanted to go out and grab a beer, I said i was too tired. what the fuck! sure i just got done working 9 days in a row, 18 hours a day. but too tired. what a pussy. as i sat on a couch the phrase" what if" shot though my mind. now bored and sore......i want to have a little fun. my tolerance for booze is near zero(should be a cheap night). im going to a buddys BBQ in the afternoon, then to a strip club.....do they take food stamps? maybe i should bring my old Ironside chair and claim to be a war vet. Navy seals get laid! i read that online! sweaty dollar to hear you hollar.......oh yes.
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