It's OK. I'm fine. It's my pride that is more injured than my butt. That ends my dreams of becoming a stunt-double, ice-skater, or professional exterminator.
With that, as I lay on the couch with my butt resting on two unfluffable pillows, let me open up the question mailbag I set up over the weekend and promptly forgot about... (That's OK. You probably did, too!)
blurgirl I assume that you do so with your nose. If that's not the case, you could possibly eke out a lucrative career at the circus.
karlgrenze It involved this girl. Actually it was being back at the old stoop with my old friends in Alexandria, with which I played with when I was five or six. They all moved on from the townhouses to nice homes in middle Virginia. I moved on to a low-rent dingy apartment in the bad side of Detroit. I never caught up with them.
And now, to make me feel better, girls kissing girls!