Heeeyyy...uh, so...I'm not really feeling super spectacular.
My knee's looking like a piece of garbage and running is out of the question. Don't even ask about the marathon, and it looks like I'm losing a writing gig, so it's shaping up to be a pretty crappy week.
So...here's the therapy. Take a deep breath, sip a nice cup of tea, and throw a couch through a plate-glass window...
...or, go to the local tavern, sip a nice lager, then bust a barstool over some biker's head...
...oorr...chug a bottle of Seagram's 7, then walk into the Karate (pronounced Kara-tay) studio and challenge everyone to battle...
...ooorrrr...go to the gym, hop on a treadmill and get the endorphins up (screw the knee). Then light up a fat cigar and puff until a trainer asks you to stop. Then call him 'nanners'...
...oooorrrrrr...give two neighbor kids a pool cue and grabage can lid each and make them fight for high fives and Big Leauge Chew...
...00000rrrrr...go to Ethan Allen and rip all the cushions off all the couches, muttering about "finding that damn wallet..."
...ooooorrrrrr...forget about dead-end job for a night. Chug a decaf coffee and watch Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle with your wife. Laugh like maniacs and discover the genius of Neil Patrick Harris and enjoy the other cameo suprises. Blog about mayhem.
2 comments:
Oo oo! Can I pick which neighbor kids have to fight each other? Maybe a certain rythym-challenged drummer? Might keep him quiet long enough to let my son actually nap during the day.
"Nanners" almost had my french press come out my nose...amazing!
Sorry you're havin' a hard week dude.
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