Like I should have brought my cane to work. Damned tendon.
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Wait, wouldn't that make me look like that a-hole TV doctor....um...what's his name?
Oh, that's it. House.
Does that mean I can be an a-hole as well?
Sorry, don't do medical dramas.
You might need to be watching where you put the cutoff line for what you are calling old enough to require devices to help grab things there, youngin'.
Just kidding
*grumbles as he heads back to the ICU to take care of Cupid*
Granted. However, you have to do the enforcement, which involves you going one on lots with clones of Brian Boitano and an Army of Fonzie clones to get the instrument of punishment. In this case, strawberry strudel.
I wish there was a way to keep myself in shape as I was in 2002.
I miss the old man being the equalizer and justice in the home.
I miss him teaching me to be a good aim with a pistol.
I miss target practice at my grandfather's farm.
I miss mulberry bushes down the road next to the barn, and eating them straight off the tree.