Oh, it huuuuurts …

You know how I think I got this hernia from dancing, right? And how it would stand to reason that I shouldn't dance at all until it's repaired, right? So, even if there was a lot of beer and loud music, I definitely wouldn't do even the tiniest bit of dancing, for fear of aggravating said condition, right?

Wrong.

I never said I was smart. Hellooooo, ice pack (which reminds me, if you come over my apartment, don't use my ice packs).
Any-hoo, we've got a new entry for naming that which is causing me considerable pain right this bloody second: "The Dwarf Moon." I don't know exactly what it means, but I like it.

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George W. Bush comes off a bender.

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