Damn Gout
I ran into an old friend on Saturday, whom I hadn't seen in a while. We ended up drinking beer all day Saturday and most of Sunday. I'm paying the piper today. My gout flared up like crazy. I'm slowly hobbling around and taking anti-inflammatories.
Combine that with my still-tingling fingers, and I'm officially falling apart.
Ah well, it's been a good ride.
Combine that with my still-tingling fingers, and I'm officially falling apart.
Ah well, it's been a good ride.
posted by Exador at
11:33 AM
1 Comments:
Do you at least have a cane so that you can spend some time shaking it at the whippersnappers in your neighborhood?
I'd love to hear how the Exador "In my day" speech goes. Did you have to walk up hill both ways to get to the hospital after crashing your motorcycle? Did you not have any fancy styling products to use on your mullet but had to just let nature take its course, but you liked it and it built character? Were you allowed to beat sassy feminists in public?
Please old man Exador, tell us what it was like when you were our age!
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Aunt B, at 9:35 AM
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