Broke my ankle recently and had to have surgery to fix it. I’‘m laid up at my parents’ place until after Christmas at least. It’s been rough because I have to rely heavily on my family.
Anyway, my bladder goes crazy at night and I was having trouble opening doors on my own because I hop around with the aid of a walker. Well last night my mom wouldn’t answer her phone to open doors for me. I had to piss so fucking bad that I risked my safety to open the necessary doors. It was actually really easy and everyone’s lives got so much easier because of it. I’m making a lil bag to hang on my walker so I can get my own snacks from the kitchen. I’ve also learned to use my cane to grab shit that’s out of reach. Being a burden on others is a really good motivator to figure out how to do shit that seems impossible physically.
Ha! I have a little void who does this. He likes to sleep on the third step down. Not much of an issue until you have to get something in the middle of the night, or have to leave for work at 5am. He needs traffic cones or a flare.
The fortune teller needs to run two sets of telling; one where she gives him back his money and one where she keeps it and lie to him. And maybe a control group for good measure.
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