So my weekend of skiing ended up with Captain Klutz spraining his ankle pretty good. His distinct wobble to the slopes medical office was good for some ibuprofen and an ace bandage. Luckily Captain Klutz has a supply of vicodin for such occasions. And luckily his sidekick Fat Matt could drive him home.
So I am in Kremmling, CO the adventure capital of the universe. I have to wait until I can drive a stick shift to get home. So for now my superhero powers shall do good here in adventure land.
We may saunter over to a local bar. Nothing like whiskey shots and vicodin. I may see if I can round up the locals for a little streakin'
If not it will be playing the Wii. We can be Wii-tards.
Or spike the hair and try to sell ShamWow's door to door without getting shot.
Streaking in Capes down the main drag here might garner us points with the local cougar population. I shall be easy to catch hobbling along, with dialated pupils and an ace bandage coming out of my hiking boots.
Being chased by these cougars is not a fun thought. They like well vodka and red bull. It gives them energy in case an occasion like this arises. Huntin' they call it. Faded casino queens and raisiny skinned ex ski goddesses hopped up on George Jones and Vodka Red Bull is a virile mix. They have crushed all the males here. Now they walk chin to chest. Not of shame but of a lack of life force. Sucked out of them by withered line dancing minxes.
I believe it might be the wii.......
So I am in Kremmling, CO the adventure capital of the universe. I have to wait until I can drive a stick shift to get home. So for now my superhero powers shall do good here in adventure land.
We may saunter over to a local bar. Nothing like whiskey shots and vicodin. I may see if I can round up the locals for a little streakin'
If not it will be playing the Wii. We can be Wii-tards.
Or spike the hair and try to sell ShamWow's door to door without getting shot.
Streaking in Capes down the main drag here might garner us points with the local cougar population. I shall be easy to catch hobbling along, with dialated pupils and an ace bandage coming out of my hiking boots.
Being chased by these cougars is not a fun thought. They like well vodka and red bull. It gives them energy in case an occasion like this arises. Huntin' they call it. Faded casino queens and raisiny skinned ex ski goddesses hopped up on George Jones and Vodka Red Bull is a virile mix. They have crushed all the males here. Now they walk chin to chest. Not of shame but of a lack of life force. Sucked out of them by withered line dancing minxes.
I believe it might be the wii.......
Where were you skiing? I miss Colorado.....
Cougars. Oh yay.