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I was limping around the mall tonight and noticed they were having a baby modeling competition. Hundreds of parents and dressed up toddlers parading in front of a judging table at which sat two middle-aged slatterns and some fat son-of-a-bitch in a shirt at least two sizes too small. There was a table full of trophies for the winners, and I reckon, also the losers. It made me think of my ex, who was a math textbook model when she was a kid.
My knee is feeling better - thanks everybody. I think that the chicken wings I had for supper tonight contained embryonic stem cells or something.
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