Lilbro, who last October reached the very respectable age of 30, was having back problems, so he followed Mom’s advice and went to a massage therapist. The only guy MT/PT in town with a private practice (there’s another one but SS only), who happens to be one of his old classmates, T, and who even as a kid looked like his mom had been too close to daddy’s double-trailer… dude is big and can manage to look twice his size. One of the things he’s learned to do is look smaller so people don’t run away yelling.
So, Lilbro gets an appointment, goes in, T tells him to bend this way, bend this other way, feels his spine and shoulders and tells him:
“we’ve been friends for how long?”
“uhm… about… 26 years? Give or take a few weeks”
“right. So. Being friends and all, I can tell you you’re a lazy bum, that watching sports on the teevee doesn’t count as exercise, and that you sit all wrong. I’ll give you some mini exercises I want you to do whenever you leave your seat, including the driver’s seat in your car, and set you up for some pummeling sessions. patting Lilbro’s shoulder It’s going to make you feel like I’m about to break you but don’t worry, I haven’t broken anybody yet :D”
Later Lilbro was glaring at T and T told him “since there’s no way in Hell you’re gonna beat me up, me being bigger and you being a pacific kind’a guy, get that fuss and dump it on a machine at a gym. Tomorrow, if you try to do it today I’ll be bringing you flowers at the hospital and we wouldn’t want that. Now get going, see you next Tuesday.”
Best medical decision of Lilbro’s life, so far. According to the pummeled patient himself, eh!
for that comment yesterday. Don’t think I didn’t notice it, young lady.
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