Yeah, I have no need for a dentist at the moment, especially not one that is 2,820 miles away. The goog says I could bicycle there in 9 days 19 hours, but I have other commitments upcoming. Orly Taitz saw herself in the mirror once, and it gave her a terrible fright.
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MEANWHILE, back at the old chicken ranch for elderly roostery fellers, a stroke of luck done bopped me right in the headbone yesterday, inasmuch as my doctor - one of my many doctors, this one was in charge of getting elderly people ready for surgery - confided to me that it would be a very good idea if I could go out and get some aerobic exercise between now and the surgery.
Oh, yeah. Aerobic exercise. Like, y'know, MUSICAL ASSKICKING at 9:30 a.m. today, yay. With April, the fiery redheaded instructor who is a serious hottie, and who teaches a seriously hellacious workout. I still can't throw a punch, but I am feeling excellently danceable on this glorious March morn.
The day is coming (a week from today) when I can't go to Musical Asskicking and dance for an hour on a Tuesday morning with a lot of hardworking and beautiful ladies who are all buddies of mine, and that will make woodworker very sad.
But that day is not today. Today I need to
dance.
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