The Hater and I moved a couch today after work. It was a moderate ordeal and only a slight comedy of errors, where again The Hater realized what a brilliant wife he married.
My quads feel like I've been training for the Iron Man tournament. The Hater says to just wait until I see how they ache tomorrow. Thank goodness for Icy Hot.
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Dude, that must have been a MASSIVE sofa!!!
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