F*cking ribs

I’ve own ribs so tender you could smoke them, serve them for dinner and be the worlds best chef. They are so sore still, unbelievable. After 30 minutes on the trainer yesterday, I was ready to cry uncle. I might have cried, but then the pain reliever kicked in. Hopefully this isn’t the start of a rash of crashes. I’m pretty decent handling my bike, so I thought. It seems the bad juju that took me out of the game last year for several 7-10 day time frames is still hanging around for now.

On the plus side my Halo playing ability has gone from I’m a super easy kill, to now I’m just an easy kill. Actually had a 3 game run where I killed more then I was killed! Yeah, I’m now a bad ass on Halo. Completely bad.

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7 Responses to “F*cking ribs”

  1. Sounds like you need to get to the “expert” kill of Halo. Give those ribwiches a chance Stover.

  2. I was going to say something about your added Xbox time. You beat me to it.

  3. Mr. Bubble Says:

    You are so F’ing pathetic! HTFU!!!!!

    • brianestover Says:

      These bruised ribs…all a ploy so when you man up and get online to play Halo, i can blow you up. Over and over and over and over again.

      • Mr. Bubble Says:

        You need to come over and experience it with the Plasma and the surround sound, totally insane!!!

  4. Contrary to the evil Mr. Bubbles, you’ve got nothing but sympathy from over here. You can have some vicarious walking and cycling miles of mine if you like.

    (((hugs))) carefully aimed so as not to hurt ribs.

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