First, a shout-out to Choronda’s video creation:
Josh: You’re looking so obese today.
Me: You fat cucaracha? Go roll a burrito.
Josh: Why isn’t your family here cleaning the floor?
Me: Those immigrants, I swear.
Josh: Are they at work at the dry cleaner or a Pho place maybe?
Me: You dumb chank. Get out of my face.
Josh: Tell them to quit sky-serving the ping pong ball and get my shirt pressed.
Followed by a Wii mii discussion:
Me: They should make the computer mii some dumb chank to make it realistic. Cuz all chank’s are amazing at ping pong (except for Rich). Burn.
Josh: Ha. True.
Josh: It would be fun if you could make the mii for the computer. Hong Kong Phooey all up in that.
Me: Yes. Just like your owl.
Me: Although my mii comes pretty close with the eyes.
Josh: For real. That’s like Asian eyes/crows feet.
Me: And I’m smiling really big! Haha.
Josh: And your hair. So Asian.
Me: Yes. Like chank bed head.
Josh: Chanky chank chink chong chank chank.
As an aging gramps, you would think I would have the common sense to take better care of myself and not overdo things. Well, so far this week I have:
- Lifted at the gym (Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday)
- Hit over 500 golf balls at the driving range (Monday, Wednesday, Thursday)
- Played a combined six hours of tennis (Tuesday, Friday, Saturday)
I just plopped myself down on my couch and I feel like my body is breaking down by the second. I am in pain everywhere. (“Oh, my knee! Oh, my back! Oh, my ankle!”) My tummy muscles hurt when I chuckle even in the slightest. Of course, that could be due to the insane laughing session I had last night when I stayed up until 4 AM with these two singing banji Karaoke songs (yes, I scored over 5.6 million doing Lil’ Mama’s Lip Gloss, what what), but that’s beside the point.
I’m going to go hobble into the shower now. Confound it, where is that doggone walker of mine??