Shoot!

God created the world in six days, and then He rested on the seventh. Then some moron came up with an ingenious plan of setting up call centers. Since then nobody, including myself, hasn’t had any kind of rest. Lately the only relaxation I get is drinking an entire Saturday away after my shift is over, sleeping the entire day Sunday (waking up every now and then to piss, and eat), then going back to work come Monday. Very rewarding, especially to my belly.

I cannot stress enough how eager I am to get myself back into sports. And when I say getting myself back I mean being able to play and stretch my maskels again after five friggin’ years of inactivity. Where else in this world can I spend my overflowing amount of energy aside from running on my way to work and cavorting in the mall after every work hours? (Oh please, nobody mentions masturbation. I got bulging muscles down there already! Or are they blisters? I don’t know.) I am thinking of going back to doing any one of the following activities:

Basketball

• Strain - *****
• Enjoyment - ***
• Pain - ********** (especially in our neighborhood when the entire populace consists only of dogs, MMDA personnels, and construction workers)

Arnis

• Strain - ****
• Enjoyment - ******* (when you break someone’s femur)
• Pain - ********** (when it’s your femur that got creamed)

(Ballroom Dancing) There’s no third alternative.

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