Friday, October 30, 2009

A Defect of my Kind

I can't open my Nalgene bottle. Jake put the lid on too tight. I'm straining, and struggling to open the darn thing, but it's not budging. If I were about to die from thirst, I would die a parched, thirsty death. From this, I have concluded that I have weak arms.

Dwight was right, weak arms are the defect of being a girl.

I'm going to the gym.

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