Smiles And Sunshine

Injury Update: I didn’t Choose The Blog Life, The Blog Life Chose Me

 

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Quick update on the injury that got the Live show cancelled this weekend.

So I got shoulder tendinitis and there’s a bunch of calcium up in there causing some problems for me. As a result I was hopped up on pills and generally in pain over the weekend so it wouldn’t have been a good show. Now I personally think it was caused by the fact that I try to shoot 200 free throws a day in my driveway. I shoot about 80% from the line, which is the only thing that keeps you on the court when you’re 5’9″, white, and 37 years old. You gotta keep up with your free throws folks, or else you’re gonna be riding the pine at the JCC men’s league.

But my wife thinks it was caused by blogging and computer use was the top cause that came up when she entered it into the Google machine. And honestly, I believe her because she’s very wise. I’ll tell you one thing folks – bloggin ain’t easy. Shit gets real out in these streets. We gotta deal with plugins, wifi access, fupa computers, going back and forth between the shift button because of all the Turtleboy punctuation – there’s a million ways to get hurt out there. I’m running on two hours of sleep, I haven’t shaved because it hurts to even lift up my arm that high, and I’ve been wearing this same shirt for two days.

But guess what? I don’t care. It’s all in the game yo, all in the game. Am I in pain? Of course. Is that gonna stop me from blogging? Nah son. That’s violation of the gangsta blogger’s code. Gangsta bloggers don’t play. I didn’t choose the blog life, the blog life chose me. And the blogs must continue.

So if your kid ever tells you they’re considering starting a blog, show them this video to scare them straight. Not everyone is cut out for the game.

 

 

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17 Comment(s)
  • Anonymous
    August 13, 2019 at 8:23 pm

    Your business model is shaming people on welfare because they don’t work hard enough (via some conflated litmus test of hard work that you’ve universally designed), but it’s ok that your blog constantly begs for money… so that you can put out a whole 2-3 articles a day with a staff of like ten?

    You’re unemployed dude. Writing a few paragraphs a day and complaining about your shoulder “work” injury isn’t going to change that.

  • robin young
    August 13, 2019 at 9:42 am

    i need a sling for my eyes after trying to get through that goddamned Gan Rivkah story. jesus christ. who cares?

  • Stunt Penis
    August 13, 2019 at 9:15 am

    Sounds like a scam to score some oxys from your doctor, so you can sell them in downtown wooostah to pay your legal bills…

  • Frank Rizzo
    August 13, 2019 at 7:47 am

    hahahaha utb high on pills this is hilarious what a fukkin numbskull hahaha

  • That's Mr Pansy to You......
    August 13, 2019 at 1:19 am

    Please tell me you’re joking. There’s no way you “injured” yourself blogging. I mean you, personally, type what 3 blogs a week. Holy shit, imagine if you had an ACTUAL job. Your candy ass’d be fucked.

    What’s with this 5’9″ BS? In the YouTube vid you said you were 5’8″. You fudging the #’s for when the scouts come??

  • bonedawgtuco
    August 12, 2019 at 5:59 pm

    Here’s what really happened . . .
    You had too many beers the other night and then slept on it.
    Take a year and a half to go away.

    AND did your wife also call you a pathetic white boy ?
    She would be right again.
    No cure for that.

    Your welcome
    Dr bonedawg

  • Liberal Extremist
    August 12, 2019 at 5:44 pm

    Thank god for Obamacare! Between that, the food stamps, and the welfare, hope my hard work is paying for you to blog more and more!

  • Wwy
    August 12, 2019 at 5:35 pm

    Do you diddle the ones who call you uncle? Sounds sick,bob kraft like.

  • Wwy
    August 12, 2019 at 5:32 pm

    Do you diddle the people who call you uncle? Oh JCC never mind.

  • TheCureForHope
    August 12, 2019 at 4:59 pm

    Hope you feel better soon, uncle T. I’ve had tendinitis, and it’s no joke. Do be careful w the pain pills though. Don’t want you to end up like so many of your subjects!

  • right?
    August 12, 2019 at 3:35 pm

    Please don’t take anymore pills Uncle, they may make you more hyper, right?? em I right? 😉 Being a teacher was a lot safer though right? I know about the pain where you can’t sleep, when you’re disabled you NEVER sleep. (thanks for outing the handicapped parking Fupas) Hope you get better soon.

  • Hartford Rachet
    August 12, 2019 at 3:20 pm

    Let me be the first to welcome you to the wonderful world of heroin. Save those pills for another day.

  • Clobbering Time
    August 12, 2019 at 3:11 pm

    Hope to still meet you in Milford today.

  • Wanker
    August 12, 2019 at 3:10 pm

    Imagine if you ever had a real job

  • The clenched starfish
    August 12, 2019 at 3:06 pm

    imagine if you wrote an error free blog! you would be the christopher reeve of the blogosphere.

  • Nadia Yenraek
    August 12, 2019 at 2:59 pm

    Karma’s a bitch, huh?

    • Batman
      August 12, 2019 at 3:06 pm

      Nadia, please don’t go away mad, just go away

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