Somehow, I fucking hurt my back - say, wouldn't it be cooler if those words were switched around to "Somehow, I hurt my back fucking"? Anyways, I guess I pulled something in my lower back. Hurts like hell. When I got here today I thought it was gonna be a long, shitty day. But then Mamalizza buzzed me, and came over with Big Bear and his little sister to lighten the load for me a little bit while having some laughs, and it was great.
WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED:
Mamalizza wanted to bust loose outta her house and was sweet enough to come over and lighten the load and have some laffs (and treated us all to lunch! Sorry Op)
WHAT I IMAGINE IN MY HEAD:
Big Bear somehow sensed his Godfathah was in pain, and insisted on coming over. Mamalizza resisted; Big Bear kept on getting dressed/ready and insisting he was coming over to take care of his Godfathah. Mamalizza insisted they couldn't, Big Bear almost gets to the door before spinning around and announcing "My Godfathah needs me! Drive me, don't drive me, I'll figure out a way to get to him, no matter what it takes!" Mamalizza surrenders, and they load up and come over.
This is what it's come to. I used to fantacize about beautiful women and winning the lottery; now I make up dream scenarios wherein a 3 year-old insists on visiting me because my back hurts. Sigh. Quite a rockin life I'm putting together here.
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