So, as we near the date of the wedding of my cousin Cesar, it so happens that he has asked me to stand with him. As one of his fellas of honor. Lovely. Barely a week out and your fatness decided to super-hero leap over a chair at the bar of his employ, chasing down a loudly grinding door alarm somewhere in the back. Upon my foot landing, the downward pressure of my monstrous bulk proved too much for the awesome bulk of my size 13 4E doggies.
I sit here at my computer torn a bit, unhappy to be missing work and the good feeling of cash money tips at the end of the night, but overjoyed at the feeling of being able to bust out new family rivalries on the WII that just adopted my family. The doc said to keep weight off of my foot. Impossible, how can I properly throw a digital frisbee or get proper trajectory on the fictional fairway without my planting foot? Damn, technology does bring out the secret nerd that lurks somewhere in the back of my psyche.
Yes, regrettably I may have a slight limp going down the aisle at said wedding if I don't take it easy. Try taking it easy as you cut a bunch of wookies down to size with the force.
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