Wednesday, June 18th, 2008

Prayers needed

Dick is trying to get the insurance folks to come clean on Kelly’s car.

No, not for HIM, goofballs. For the Insurance company.

Damn. I have my knees back.

I don’t know how long this is going to last, but son of a bitch. I can stand, I can get out of bed without groaning, I can get out of a car without my knees fucking with me.

Thanks, Doc! Thanks, Cortisone!