Quirky but true

I finally made it. Coming out of the theatre, my bladder was about to explode. The toilets outside were either full or locked so i decided to walk all the way home since it was only 5 mins away and i will hv the comfort of relieving myself in my own surroundings.

AAaaahhh. The sweetness of it. The imminence of the liquid gushing the moment u let loose upon the gaping latrine. The flow of the sweet, sweet lemon tea being expelled was too glorious to bear - like a thousand beads being strained through a hole in a stocking and the hole miracoulously tore. The tingling and shuddering that accompanied the motion, was, was - wait a minute.. orgasmic? No wonder it was so refreshingly familiar, it felt exactly like a climax. ZomG. Maybe even better! I really cant decide O__O

Odd 1 out

So i was playing bball that day and a friend of mine landed on the side of my foot after trying some fancy-ass fadeaway shit. As we all know, such a landing will do bad things to ur ankle. He twisted it and was writhing around for a while, but luckily he only needed to rest for 5 mins before he was up and balling again.

Which triggered something ive always wondered about. I have never, ever experienced a sprain, twist, fracture or strain on my ankle before. Ever. Practically every single person i know have one of those injuries on their ankle before. Even the non-ballers in the bunch. I havent even had so much as a BRUISE on my ankles before. Ive Always been curious about what went on behind the grimaces of the numerous faces ive seen. And what is the sensation of not being able to support ur body on a bad ankle? Is it true that u can actually "walk it off"? Will i ever get to try on some crutches? Omg i feel so left out. Lets see how long this durability of mine goes on. Hmm speaking of which i have a bball session tmr evening...