About 6 years ago the ACL in my right knee popped. I'd love to say it was something exciting like BASE jumping or chasing down a thug but here's the sad and lame truth... I was kneeling on the floor at work and stood up. POW! Ligament went bad. End of story. Luckily? it happened only about 90 minutes before the end of my shift heading into my weekend. After a couple hours at home hoping the pain would let up I gave in and went to the ER. When I got back to work I was still gimpy as Hell and everybody asked what happened. After telling a couple dozen people the truth I decided that the truth was too boring. My new story was, "Me and my girlfriend was having butt wild monkey sex. She caught her earring in her ankle bracelet and we fell off the pool table."
Just over a year ago I was fetching boxes home from work to pack prepping for buying and moving into my house. The last person to ask, "Are you moving? got this gem for an answer. "Naw. My girlfriend is just so damn ugly a paper sack won't work. I gotta put a cardboard box over her head."
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