God shuffles his feet, and shows his sense of humor

Most days, I am hyper, and active. Most days, I go along with no problems.

Then the 'other' days show up.

Wrapped and Casted

People that work in hospitals must be happy. I mean, where else do you get to work in Pajamas all day? Pretty comfy, if you ask me.

So....whats new?

My days are longer than shit, and thats OK. But then old Mr. God comes along and says-

"Dude, WTF? Howzit hanging?..You know what fool, you aint 15 no mo'."

And God shuffles his paws, and decides to play fun on the Markster.

Ya see, me and the supreme being, we got this, like, unsaid realtionship. He screws with me, and I keep on farking around. And he reminds a little harder. and I keep screwing around. So he turns the volume up, and I listen, but only for a while.

So I had a little 'discomfort' in my elbow. So it bugged me. So I still went surfing, still ran, still lifted, still went to work.

And this morning, I couldnt bend my right arm.

Being right handed, this presents some problems.

So I go to the Doc, and 6 hours later, voila!, I have torn ligments, and/or a fracture of my elbow, and/or bonechips in my arm. Specifics aint big in the medical world.


Me and God, we are still talking, but he gotta work on this customer service shit, I tell ya.

Its all good. Fo' real.

Showering is innnaressing, tho'.

Aloha!