Hip Update

My tricky hip is getting better, thanks a combination of powerful meds, ice, stretching exercises and miracle gel.

I do feel a weird about one of the stretches, though.


I don't know why this stretch has to be done in my underwear, but it's given me a great idea for a "Photoshop Jeff"... too bad my wife hid the camera.

Then there's the miracle gel.


This is my connection with greatness. Real men use stuff like this after hard workouts, or huge physical accomplishments. The smell alone is enough to clear your sinuses. A thin layer is all I need for my entire leg to go blissfully numb. Every time I open the tube, rugged bearded mountain climbers come by to ask if I wanna go out and play.

Surely, such a powerful product must be made of titanium, whiskey, and the crushed dreams of lesser men, right? Let's see...



Oh. Hm. "Lady Slipper"? Really?

I have new-found respect for lady's footwear.

Finally, since my lame injuries seem to be increasing in frequency, P-Ziddy has issued the following prediction about my condition in the near future.



I should be horrified, but I'm kinda looking forward to having auto-tune permanently installed on my voice.