Toasted Dolphin

My right foot is a swollen, useless bag of exquisite pain. I'm considering hacking it off. This morning I had to slide down the cellar stairs on my bum to feed my gaggle of bitching cats. They were unsympathetic. All the time I couldn't help but think that they'd make really nice hats. I'll send one to Dr Exile for those times when he's on the observation deck of the Zipulator on his monthly trips to Rigel III.

"They were unsympathetic."

They are cats, to be expected.

I had a ram smack me a couple of time in the leg a while back. Damn thing can really hit hard with a running start.

Lay off the meat for awhile and just eat green, leafy veggies and tons of water.

I don't eat meat.

Do you drink? Alcohol contributes to it.

I drink a little. I know wine and beer bring it on so I don't drink those. It could be Jack Daniel's. Hard to say. Hahahahaha

Supplant Jack with Aqua.

Wash the uric acid out of your system.

Yeah. I know the cure. But I'm a dissolute old bum and the pain is sorta like an old friend after 40 years. Besides- it gives me something to bitch about.

Haha.

Okay, then.

Poor you! I hope the cats appreciated you thumping down the stairs to feed them.

The little bastards cared not a whit! Hahaha! In a perverse way I think that's why I love them.