Arrrrggghh! My Back!
No post today (or yesterday, for that matter). My back has decided to be a complete fucking asshole, something that it does from time to time. It hurts like a motherfucker, and it’s hard to crack jokes when every three seconds you’re dropping to the floor in agony. I know, I’ve tried. I was at the office today in a very important meeting, and I was all, “So the prostitute looks up at the Pope and says…” when all of a sudden: WHAMMO! A coworker sucker-punches me. And also my back hurt some more.
So in lieu of my trademarked Kenny Loggins/felching based humor, here’s an important public service announcement from the American Medical Association, which has apparently gotten into the medical marijuana again.
I’m sending you pain-relief waves. Here.
*squinches eyes, concentrates hard, gives self headache*.
Thanks! But your aim is a bit off. My back still hurts, but my dog Mojo just started wagging his tail in his sleep. And then he farted.
Doggy!