Blew out the knee on Monday. I'm treating it as a learning experience:
I'm pretty good at launching jumps windsurfing. Less good at landing them.
If you have to destroy a knee while windsurfing, do it close to shore. Trying to do a waterstart and sailing back on a tiny little board is not so fun.
If you blow out a knee and have to drive home, try to blow out the left one. Trust me.
I could do voiceovers for the chick screams in horror movies, no problem.
Stairs fucking suck. I'm gonna get a kickass elevator and maybe an elevator attendant with a snappy hat.
It turns out that nurses aren't all really incredibly hot and slutty. Boo.
Peanut M&M's are the core of a health, balanced diet.
Half Life 2 kicks ass, except Ravenholm which doesn't. It makes me want my mommy.
So there's this TV channel, called Oxygen, that's hilarious. You have to see it, I can't do it justice.
From my vantage point on the couch, it appears that someone has not been vacuuming around here. I was going to blame the wife, then I realized that I don't have one. There should be vacuum gnomes or something that just take care of it.
Knees are stupid.
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