Okay you can stop laughing now. I mean it, stop laughing. Stop laughing at ME and MY butt or I’ll figure out some way for YOU to pull a muscle in YOUR butt. I swear I will.
I was emptying out my storage locker back in October and moving the contents to my house.
I went to bed one night and woke up the next morning literally barely able to walk because somehow I pulled a muscle in my butt (how many times do I have to tell you to STOP with the laughing already?)
I’m gonna laugh at YOU when you are in agony sitting on the throne and then you’ll be sorry for laughing at ME.
How do I know you are laughing at me?
My best friend in the Netherlands laughed at me when I told her I pulled a muscle in my butt.
My mother laughed so hard she almost peed her pants when I told her I pulled a muscle in my butt.
A bunch of my friends over in western Oregon laughed themselves silly when I told them I pulled a muscle in my butt.
You are just another in a long line of people laughing at me because I pulled a muscle in my butt,
There”s only one person who hasn’t laughed at me because I pulled a muscle in my butt. The same thing has happened to her, and people laugh at her too.
Do I ever want to pull a muscle in my butt again? I DON’T THINK SO!!