The Mind of Spaz

Yesterday I was at Canadian Tire.  For those of you who are American, Canadian Tire does sell tires, but almost nobody buys tires there.  The do-it-yourselfer in your can buy car parts at the Tire, but do NOT take your car in there.  Unless you want some 18 year old high school drop out to screw up your car for $90 an hour.

I can’t remember what I went there for. I believe it was furnace filters, but I can’t remember.  I did NOT come home with furnace filters.

Does everybody remember when that stupid old turd destroyed me and my trucks back?  Well, some stupid old turd destroyed my back and my truck. The truck was repaired and it cost his insurance company $3500 and I hope it took him off the road. My back? Not so lucky.

Sure, I spent a week on some wonderful muscle relaxants that made me feel like I was some sort of drunk and/or high.  Yes, my back is better but it’s not %100 better, which really puts a damper into my new found morning activity.

No, it’s not tantric masturbation. Who has time for that?  It was jogging. I started jogging in the morning.  My doctor, however, put the fear of god in me when he told me “bip boop buppity bip bup dippity bip boop”, which I later found out is Hindi for “If you start losing control of your bladder or bowel or feel tingling in your legs come back and see me faster than the mighty Vishnu can swing her trunk.”

Know what that means, boys and gals?  That means he suspected possible spinal cord injury.  Yea. Fun shit.  And I so do enjoy being able to control my various sphincters.  So the last thing I’m going to do is screw that up by pounding on my back by jogging and completely destroying it.

Back to Canadian tire.  Again, for you Americans, there’s pretty much nothing you can’t get at Canadian tire, including aging Filipino hookers (although the hookers aren’t official Canadian Tire products, they just kinda hang out in front).  I passed by the exercise section and noticed something called an elliptical machine.

The ads touted this thing as mimicing jogging, but your foot never leaves contact with the pedals so it’s completly low and non impact. Perfect for people with joint or BACK PROBLEMS.

I have back problems!  I have a lot of problems. That’s just an aside.

It just so happened last years model, regular $899, was going for $399.  And I thought to myself, I shall have this machine.

Here is where my desicion making processes really broke down.  The box it comes in is about 5 feet long, 4 feet wide, three feet deep, and it weighs in at about 150 lbs and is completely square.  In other words, it’s mooooooooog! Instead of getting help, I decide to lift this thing into the cart myself.  Lifting it, yes, no problem, 150lbs is only a slight problem to me.  Here that moooooog? I COULD manhandle you if wanted to. Which I don’t, you sick perv.  The thing is, as soon as I got the thing on the edge of the cart, the cart was on wheels and started MOVING.  I was chasing the stupid thing around the store like a dumbass retard.

I’m sure there’s some Canadian Tire security employees laughing their asses off while playing and replaying my stupid retardation.

And that, my friends, is why you shouldn’t do things by yourself. At least, I shouldn’t.

dumb things I do to myself exersice, I poop myself, i'm retarded, mooog