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Monday, February 18, 2008

Pain In The Butt

I've never felt my bum more than I have right now. The badminton game on Saturday has created muscles in places I never knew were capable of having them. Perhaps I'm sadistic or a closeted masochist, but aches like these instil in me a strong sense of satisfaction and stand as proof of a good workout, or lack of.

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