Good thing I got me some health insurance. Unlike the rest of my neighborhood. Buncha TennCare leeches.
Monday at the gym I apparently herniated, smashed, popped, crushed,
whatever a disc in my lower back. I went yesterday to the local
Quack-in-the-Box for a fist full of prescriptions. So now
I’m a cripple. I get all the good parking spaces. I get to
tool around Kroger in the George Costanza scooter. I get to lay
on my ass all day and have people wait on me hand and foot. I get
to walk around with a goofy Lord of the Rings looking walking
stick. The only way I could be luckier is if I had no back injury
whatsoever.
May 18, 2005 at 5:33 pm |
Hey Gandalf,Good thing you’re a business-owning, oppressor of the workingman, so you can afford to loaf around imitating Tolkien characters.
May 18, 2005 at 6:35 pm |
Yes, but are you a weed in Hitler’s bunker?
May 19, 2005 at 1:39 pm |
I may smoke some weed in Hitler’s bunker.