my knee feels dislocated and it makes a cracking noise every time i move it. when i get up from sitting i look like an elderly woman battling arthritis. you might feel bad for me until i tell you it was a sex-related incident.
i eat some macaroni and cheese and practice reciting my favorite rap songs. all the while i am at work. all the while my knee feels 88 years old. all the while i observe my calves in the mirror and worry that they might have an inferiority complex. i realize that there is nothing i am sad about at this moment. feels like this could be a reason for celebration and throwing a party with cake and special guest star dr. dre.
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