
so here's what happened.
I've had to begin physical therapy for my recent surgery.
Siting in the theater, watching Jarhead, I was struck with a violent boredom spasm that left me injured.
Yes. Yes I did. I was so angry and the screen, I wanted to throw rotten tomatoes at it.
The problem:
I didn't have any rotten tomatoes. Mine were too ripe.
So, I threw my own testicles at the movie.
After I came to, I watched an usher upset that my crotch blood was harder to clean up than popcorn.
Sorry hector, I don't bleed popcorn. I wish I did.
Anywho, I happy with my new testicular implants.

THANKS NEUTICLES!
Dear Hollywood, why must you throw money away?
Please send it to me instead.
Thanks,
-krilov
Day 6 of the Stroll-a-Day, was spent walking to Blockfucker to return Primer, which I ended up borrowing.
We mostly chatted about a recent fight that a friend of mine had, and a game that my brother is working on.
I checked out his surround sound setup and then had to take off to my girlfriend's place for dinner.
She made me hummus and falafel at my request.(she's a keeper)

more later
-krilov out
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