I spent more time than I care to admit on my arse in Minnesota. I banged up one of my legs, but not terribly. Those were my work pants, however, and they’re not going to be worn to work anymore. Time to splurge on the Dickies again. Those things can take a rhino charge! I’ll be pulverized into a fine pink dust, but I’ll be stylin’ in my Dickies!
And, yes, I am nigh invulnerable. That doesn’t mean, however, that I’m immune to pain. I’m actually quite the pansy, but it’s a worthy tradeoff. Now that I think about it, I don’t really think I am a pansy… maybe I’m just programmed to say “ow†when I hit myself. I have, on more than one occasion, found myself wondering, “Why’d I say ‘ow’? That didn’t really hurt…â€
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