i would like to appologize in advance for not being professional--you see, we're juggling two
kids and preparing for a great road trip across the u-s-a...and we're getting things prepped for
painting the entire inside of the house.
in short, i'm stressed, miss being able to contribute more...and then i see this and the chuckling
starts. i'm not jet li, i'm not even oxcart-li...i'm just an old fashioned halfwit who's regularly covered
in bruises because i believe it's about effort, pushing limits, sweat--and all that stuff all you guys
do already.
all that went through my mind on the last frames of the big guy bouncing back after pushing on
the little guy's backside was...well, a fart. one handed typing--me, as my daughter is in my left hand.
i kept expecting the chris farley looking guy to flip over the railing and start cursing, "ahhhhh, mother
of god..make the pain stop...wolverines are eating my leg--or is it deadly habenaro chi ripping my
quads to shreds!!!"
i hope the only ones they ever have to fight are each other...i can picture the conditions,
"george, i'm leaving my house at 7:40 pm tonight...DON'T mug me by my car in the parking lot
using a rear neck choke--wink wink, nudge nudge...i get to be the mugger tomorrow, n'kay?"
fart