Showing posts with label ouch. Show all posts
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Thursday, September 27, 2007

An Open Letter.

Dear Chinese Pole,

I'd really appreciate it if you stopped tearing the skin off the back of my legs. It's cool that it feels all cold in the warm car on the ride home, but it doesn't make for a very nice showering experience or more rehearsal the next day.

So yeah, it'd be great if you could stop doing that.


P.S. I'll let you know if my left boob actually bruises or if it just really hurt for the few minutes after I smashed it into you on that knee drop don'thityourface plant of death. Yeah. I'll let you know.