I burned my bare tush on the bathroom radiator. Yes, indeed I did. And quite badly, actually.
My officemate has declard me a walking disaster.
My roommate has decided to call me prison-ass because of the cell-bar burn lines on my bum. (He did not see them. He has an active imagination, though.)
My boss thinks I make this shit up.
And I think I it’s going to get awfully old trying to balance on one butt cheek.
That radiator + your ass=HOTT
dare i ask–*how* you wound up burning your bare ass on the radiator?
(and, hey, it’s cold enough back east to use a radiator??? ugh, i HATE california!)
Now you have an excuse for doing a half-assed job.
Radiators are terribly pesky, no? I had to get radiator covers because of similar clumsiness.
two ass posts in one week. come fit one more in here and we’ll break a record.
Clyde, you totally beat me to the punch. Even if it was a corny and predictable punch.
Good thing you didn’t burn your cooter!
Rocco reminds me of end of summer gnats. Pesky bastards with short life spans. *sends you some armour plated underwear in the event the gropenator makes a stop in your state* btw, aloe vera gel is very soothing to bbq’d skin. might help.
wow Katherine, you’re filled with helpful knowledge.