...when you are on crutches - Some smoking Betties in my Bldg (and no, I do not shit where I sleep) that have always played the "I'm Hot and know it" card towards me are all of a sudden being very nice to me - If these damn things did not interfere with my work so much, I would make a habit of being on them
I am getting VERY tired of having to explain what happened to every person who stops me and asks me "what happened?" I am going to start making shit up as stating that "I got taken out in a tight 180 degree turn while racing SuperMoto" is just getting old
Suggestions on a new Story for me? And one that does not involve any type of "Gay Behavioral" act (Tnat, just stop it RIGHT now)
I am getting VERY tired of having to explain what happened to every person who stops me and asks me "what happened?" I am going to start making shit up as stating that "I got taken out in a tight 180 degree turn while racing SuperMoto" is just getting old
Suggestions on a new Story for me? And one that does not involve any type of "Gay Behavioral" act (Tnat, just stop it RIGHT now)
