Friday, May 08, 2009

And now a poem about self rehab of Achilles tendon

Posted by Old Father William at 12:18 PM
My calves are aflame
Moo
But they both feel the same
Yay
And at least I'm not lame
That's right
Not like this poem
Boo.

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