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Saturday, August 07, 2004
Two nights ago my brother and I were walking the dog. Apparently in my efforts to get him to take the leash I provoked him into starting an impromptu wrestling match wth me. Rolling around in the grass at 10 pm in my work pants wasn't quite the night I had envisioned. At my first available opportunity I got up to walk away, but I guess Mike wasn't done yet. He blindsided me with a body grab, and as I spun around while being brought to the ground I heard and felt several popping noises in my lower left leg. Yup, it was twisted. I painfully limped back home and have been waiting for my leg to return to normal for the last two days. It's getting better, but I can guarantee you it's not very comfortable standing on a strained leg for hours as I sell movie tickets.
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A pain glorious pain. Luckily, i don't need to stand to do my job. Nor, am I in pain. Just gotta roll with those punches Phil, just roll with it.
Hope you get to feeling better though.
Blind sided, my white ass. I clearly growled/yelled as I took my flying leap towards your towering shoulders. And you took a good step an a half compensating the additional weight before you twisted like the gargantuan giant that you are. So stop whining, little girlie-man.
Your evil bro Mike # posted by
 : 1:20 PM
David and Goliath this ain't, Mike. So cut the hyperbolic hypotheticals already! (Yeah, I know, that wording probably isn't correct, but it just sounds so great, I had to use it.)
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