Friday, August 31, 2007
BIRTHDAY
ERIN!!!!
Have some Delicious Chicken Tacos!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Little bit sore
I have an ice pack on my right butt cheek. Seriously.
No, I am not trying to get all freaky-deaky; not that there is anything wrong with that. I just have a sore butt cheek.
Stop laughing!
See, I hurt my left knee. It hurt mostly when I started to walk or when I did lateral movements. For example, if I was at the sink and had to turn around that initial pushing off movement hurt like all hell. I think the reason that my Gluteus Maximus is hurting is that my left butt cheek had to compensate for the fact that my knee was weak. Just for the record:
The gluteus maximus is the largest of the gluteus muscles which are located in the buttock. The other gluteus muscles include the gluteus medius and the gluteus minimus, collectively the gluteus muscles are commonly known as the gluteal muscles. By some definitions, the gluteus maximus is the most powerful muscle of the human body (see The strongest human muscle section of the Muscle article).
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gluteus_maximusSo I got an ice pack on it now and it does feel a lot better. It usually hurts mostly in the morning. I get all stiff in the morning. Hey! Get your mind out of the gutter!
Hehehe...stiff.
Laterzzz...
Friday, August 24, 2007
A special message from Michael Vick...
"Hi there. I'm Michael Vick, quarterback of the Atlanta Falcons. I was just about to throw this little puppy here, his name is Rags, into a ring with another larger dog, named Mutilator, so that Mutilator can enhance his killing skills for dog fighting."
"Now to make a dog mean enough to kill a sweet little puppy like Rags, we have to abuse them since they were born. We constantly beat them, feed them only raw meat stuffed with steroids and crack, and then to make them extra mean we only play music for them that was made by other pro athletes like myself. That usually gets them really extra angry and in the mood to fight."
"Now you may ask yourself why I, Michael Vick, over-rated quarterback for the Atlanta Falcons who has never won the big game and frequently chokes under pressure, would let some of his homies raise fighting dogs on his expansive estate? I mean, it's not like I need the cash. I get paid way more than I deserve, considering I am not really that good a quarterback and just run alot. I sell a lot of shoes and other swag with my name, picture and number on it, or at least I used to. There is really no logical reason for me to do this, except for the fact that I have a small penis, limited intellect, and like to see things tear each other apart. I might say that it is part of my "culture" but please don't believe that. I just want to pretend that I am a thug and keepin' it real. It may also be that while I was playing at being a 'gangsta', I got in with some real gangsters and I got a little scared. After-all, on the football field, my best move is to run away like a little bitch, but when a guy holds a gun to your head and "suggests" that having dog fights on your property is a good idea, well, even a retard like me can agree with that."
"Well, Mutilator is all frothed up and ready for some killing, so say goodbye to Rags, and to me, because I am going to prison soon where hopefully my anus will be more torn up than Rags is about to be. Goodnight America."
Laterzzz...
