Hey, what is it with adult-sized guys on little tiny bikes? I don’t get it.
When we were little, Ginny and I made up a sadistic game called Kick & Jungle. I don’t know why it was called that, as jungling always came before kicking in the game, but whatever. Here’s how it worked:
We would each lie on opposite ends of the couch. In the middle, I’d put the bottoms of my feet against the bottoms of her feet and off we’d go.
Jungling came first. Jungling was basically moving your legs like you were pedaling a bicycle. And then someone would say “kick!” and the kicking began.
The point of the kicking? To kick each other as hard as you could until someone begged for mercy. Then you could go back to jungling.
I’ve been in a really weird mindframe for the last couple of days. I feel loopy, as if I’m on pain pills or something, but I haven’t taken anything stronger than eight Advil. Well, actually two Advil. Is it Advils? I don’t know. Anyway, I’ve also been disoriented and occasionally bumping into walls and stuff. I really don’t know what’s going on there but it’s strange, to say the least.
That’s all for now. I got nothin’.