  I hurt my back this weekend, and have been a gimp ever since. Old age is sad. Yesterday I went to a Dr. Feelgood (if you can call a geeky urgent care doc whos never been alone in a room with a girl before Dr. Feelgood) and got some drugs.
A muscle relaxer, to be specific. My only experience with this medication prior to yesterday was watching Samanthas older sister in Sixteen Candles go nutty on the stuff. Taking just one makes me feel pretty high, I can only imagine what several would do. I mean, other men have loved me, but not for six whole months in a row. By the way - can we can the Rick talk? It took Panda a long time to let him go. We don't need to dredge up the past. 
