So remember my tumble in front of the handsome guy with the cute dog where I rolled my ankle and sharted myself?
How could you forget, right?
Well, yesterday evening I was lounging on my couch, playing with my new iPhone toy (more on that tomorrow), and rearranging icons… when I noticed I had a message on Grindr.
For the record, I haven’t had a message on Grindr in months. I’m a Scruff guy.
But I opened it anyway, mostly to get rid of the message badge.
Oh fuck me jebus. It was him! Of all people.
Just shoot me on the face.
See folks? I don’t make this shit up. Oh and here’s the aftermath of my knee, just for good measure.
It only hurts when I bend it. Or laugh.