Today I wake miserable. I contemplated something seriously wrong.
Something's happened to my legs. Ouch ouch, my leggggs. Cut them off, I'm done with them.
I am in pain and want to do nothing but moan all day. Except perhaps hire a butler from Craigslist via my phone...in bed. So he can bring me all my day's necessities.
I started to see a parallel form...
Doing lunges is like drinking. If you haven't done it in a while, you're going to feel it in the morning... And wish you had a butler...that's a monkey...because I mean... a lil monkey butler named Wiggles...talk about a day-maker.
Written via phone in bed. No legs were used or harmed when typing this post.