Carl and I stood outside the shop this morning, smoking and shooting the shit. We were discussing my shitty morning, when we arrived at the topic of leg cramps. We talked about the worst cramps we ever had, and the worst place to get a cramp, when Carl unleashed this hellish image on my poor brain.
"What's worst though, is when you get a cramp in the middle of sex. Especially if you're going at it really good. You don't want to stop, but there ain't no going forward."
Oh sweet jesus. Can someone come scrub my brain with bleach? All day, that horrible image will invade my brain, no matter how hard I try to block it by thinking about puppies and unicorns and drinking beer on the porch with Biff.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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