Sort of. I am still, two days later, extremely sore because the Redneck Canadian made me do a second rep with the weights on Monday.
My body aches all over. I can barely move. Every time I get a little comfortable, something happens that makes me shift position, and the pain starts all over again.
An immigrant did this to me.
Never mind she’s “legal”. Never mind that I asked her to help me with weight training.
I know it’s hard to get worked up emotionally over this. I’m only sore. I asked for it. The Redneck Canadian isn’t brown (can Canadians even tan?), and she’s been in the country so long, she says “about” correctly, and I even heard her say “ain’t” the other day. On Thursday, we’re working out together again.
So, yeah, I’m just funnin’ ya.
Besides, the Redneck Canadian has been hurting me for years. And I usually come out of it a little more muscular. And she’s in just as much pain as I am.
But y’all – she likes gravy on french fries.
Our very culture is threatened by dumbbell-wielding hockey fans. We must do something.
Hey, I just thought of a new slogan: “Welcome to America. Now, use ketchup!”