Anyone else sit on the toilet for so long that when it's finally time to wipe up and get up, you get scared that your legs are too numb to support your body weight and you'll end up falling on your face on the bathroom floor (OR WORSE)?
But then you manage to safely clean up, flush and walk away on numb legs from the bathroom only to be attacked ten seconds later by the craziest ticklish pins and needles stretching all the way down to the tips of your toes and you end up falling against a wall and standing perfectly still while yelling at nobody in particular "Whoooa. WHOA! WHOOOAAA!" and giggling like an idiot at the same time because moving your legs just the slightest bit in any direction will cause you to collapse in a heap with no motor function in your lower half?
Anyone?
Don't lie.
Anyway. More stories about daisy shooting (The Exciting Conclusion.) and Lexington next time. Probably.
But then you manage to safely clean up, flush and walk away on numb legs from the bathroom only to be attacked ten seconds later by the craziest ticklish pins and needles stretching all the way down to the tips of your toes and you end up falling against a wall and standing perfectly still while yelling at nobody in particular "Whoooa. WHOA! WHOOOAAA!" and giggling like an idiot at the same time because moving your legs just the slightest bit in any direction will cause you to collapse in a heap with no motor function in your lower half?
Anyone?
Don't lie.
Anyway. More stories about daisy shooting (The Exciting Conclusion.) and Lexington next time. Probably.
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