In this case, FML means "Fuck My Leg". I am dead serious.
Last April I broke my leg, eh? Been having leg and knee problems since, sure, normal. In my mind, this is what it's saying...
Leg: Oh, nice plate of food ya got there, Trish. Oops, not anymore. Wonder who did that stumble?
Leg: Wanna walk ten feet down the hall? Nah, how about you trip and smash your hand on the closet doorknob?
Leg: Ya know, this staircase could really use a second railing. Don't wanna face plant or anything!
Leg: You wanna lie down comfortably, you say? God, Tricia, have ya met your own injury?
Pardon... But it's true.
YOU ARE READING
Why Did You Click This.
RandomGreetings, Legos-- or Noodles-- or Dragons. I don't know anymore. I'm back with a book of unimportant thoughts and stupidness from the person typing this. Ask yourself the title, right now.
