Feels like? Feels like my balls are sitting in my chest.
What's funny is that last night I went shopping in an attempt to "prepare" for being shut in. Of course, I only needed to get some frozen dinners, meat for the George Foreman grill, cat food, and beer. I already have enough alcohol to stave off the DTs. You'd think I was Will Smith's character in "I Am Legend." I should get a little treadmill for the cat.
goochout
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