It’s a cold cruel world out there…and me without a sweater.
My publicist and I would like to let you know that the inner thigh pull feels much better. But that might be because I am distracted by the severe bone bruise on the opposite ankle.
Not broken, thank you Triathlon gods…but very painful and tear inducing.
You might be wondering how I managed that nifty little trick. If you ask my publicist, she will inform you that my ankle got caught under the crushing weight of a Harley Davidson as I slid on it sideways underneath a robot alien that was attacking the city in order to get a better shot at it with my armor piercing rounds.
The real reason is simply silly and embarrassing, so I will never tell.
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