For your viewing pleasure. Here's what my leg looks like today.
And here's Moby sitting in the middle of an array of physical therapy doo dads. He's like a cat. Always has to be in the middle of whatever you're doing. Oh, hey! I know that looks like a glass of wine sitting at the ready. It's not what you think. I don't drink a glass of wine and do my PT exercises. I drink a glass of wine and THEN I do my exercises.
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I am so sorry to give you this info via such impersonal means, but ... the H-Dog is dead.
http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/white_on_white_violence
I apologize for the non leg-related post. Commence to mournin'.
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