My apolgies but the Matt-Man is a broken down old man. Even at the young age of 42, my legs are killing me from bowling three games with my son yesterday. I rolled over 100 each of three games which is pretty good considering I have not bowled in four years. My son used a pink ball which was a bit disturbing until he told me that he was using it because it is Maria Sharapova's favorite color.I took Ryno to the orthodontist this morning for braces adjustments and then we were going to go to the batting cages. He has a severe sunburn on his back from swimming Tuesday and my legs and middle finger feel broken so as we left the office we looked liked nursing home candidates as we limped to the car. We played a couple of video games instead and then decided to end our meeting by me going home and him lying on his couch. We will pick up the quality time Saturday when hopefully we will both be healed.
I know I have been quite lax in reading the blogs of you, my friends, but I will make it up tomorrow. I will also rest this afternoon and hopefully have a hilarious and thought provoking Stream of Consciousness Friday for you. In the meantime, if anyone has any vicodin that they could send my way it would be greatly appreciated.
Painfully Yours and See You Tomorrow,
Matt-Man
CHEERS!!
26 comments:
God you're such a pussy.
And no one gets my vicodin. No one. Not even you.
I'm a pussy says the 27 year old. Wait until you're 42 and you pop your shoulder while wiping your ass or you wake up and your back hurts for no reason. I laugh at you...HA!! You dirty Vicodin Hoarder, you....btw I love you Allie.
I am a 27 year old who was given a 42 year old's spine, knees, and liver. I feel your pain. My back hurts every damn day. Hence the vicodin. Which you still ain't getting, no matter how many platitudes of devotion you send my way you lecherous old fart.
Oh yeah -- love you too.
I love it when you get catty...
meooowwwwwwww
Sorry, I only have oxycodone... no vicodin...
Ummm only 42 and 3 games of bowling and you turn in to something out of a Quentin Tarantino movie in that picture
Dude I have you by 10 years...sheesh
You have my most heart felt sympathy. Sorry, no drugs here...anyplace around that will deliver WIR?
I am looking forward to you Stream of Consciousness even though I don't have one....lol
Vicodin huh? It'll cost ya mattie!
LOL..they don't call me "ratched" for nothing...
Cheers to ya ;o)
Is the red robe for when you're sick? Nice touch!
Peace!
No Vicodin, but I do have Fiornal and Darvocet.
You obviously have balls that are too big and heavy for you to carry around.
Did you make the old man noises as you walked about?
Waaawaaaawaaaa...you big baby.
Quit your bitchin' - I'll trade you ailments any day, you wuss.
Mwah!
Whine, whine, whine ... try that stuff when you're 63 like me. You'll find completely new places to agonize about.
Somebody sends you Vicodin, I'm raiding your medicine chest.
I'm thinking some candy apple red lipstick and nail polish would go really "swell" with that robe...lol!
Got some vikes on my list to email.
Here kitty kitty kiiiiiiitty!
**walks off muttering about yet another whiney guy**
Over 100 is pretty good. I hate when I take little tykes bowling for the first time and they beat my score.
Matt you look like the red headed version of my ex (boyfriend variety) in that pic. That is to say, felonious :P
I'd share my happy pills if I could. Alas I have no carrier pigeons to delivery them. Hope you recover!
Sounds painful. Break out the ibuprofen and old rosie ;)
Not pills here but.... need me to blow you a shotgun?
At least you can actually pick up the ball and get it down the alley. All I have to do is enter the building and my shoulder pops out of place and my spine curls forward so I walk like an 80 year old man.
Shut up all of you. I am turning 30 on Sunday. I should be the one in pain!
-N
I thought maybe Ryno picked the pink ball in honor of Dad's Rose-a-vision. And love the look you're going for these days.
30?! 30?!!!! That's child's play!!
All of your comments about me beign a pussy and a wuss are so heart felt. Thank You...
Youngster... sheesh... I beat you by, oh... at least a year. You are not a pussy or a wuss, just breakable.
BTW, don't appologise for having a life outside of blogging, ever!
Good advice Boy....Cheers to you.
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