Showing posts with label psa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psa. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
you disappoint me, fast-poo
Saturday, September 09, 2006
when blading, protect your tailbone
Funny thing is, as I finally got myself together, I saw the passing back of a biker's t-shirt that advertised a chiropractor team. I cracked up. The odd thing is, that chap got off his wheels too and ran the track; so I had another pleasure of seeing his "subtle" advertisement; I think he was trying to reel me in after my fall.
In retrospect, I should have taken the boys' offer to help me to my feet; it would have been a nice way to meet them. But I didn't. I always hated it when people would rush you to get up. Why can't you let me just get to it myself at my own pace?
Friday, September 01, 2006
Boy, bag it up!
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