Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Dear Knee...

Dear Knee,

I am frustrated at how you will not move like I want you to. You are swollen and ugly, and quite frankly a HUGE pain in my ass. Well, guess what? I am going to do this physical therapy, and deal with this pain and anger and I will make you my Bitch.

So take that!!

H

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You should have said,

"WHEAT GRASS?! FEET GRASS! *F* YOU!"

Whatever,

BOB

beepersneeper said...

Atleast I'm not shaped like a cartoon fart and taste like despair