Bad, bad, bad Beck is singing and dancing to the same old tune. Or... Back to rehab

Beck is your stair stepper called a Scifit? It had handles and pedals. So arms and legs got a workout.

I remember hours on a Scifit rehabbing after knee surgery. It wore me out. PT always wanted just another couple minutes. Yikes

Any chance of changing your ringtone to the chorus from “Leave Me Alone”? That could drive people nuts.

Are Sonic corndogs still on wooden skewers?

Beck could build something awesome with a pile of them. :wink:

Start writing on the walls:

“All rehab and no corndogs make Beck go something something!”

I tried to save them. It got all gross. You can’t really clean them.

But… I bought a bag full of them on Amazon.

I’m a hoarder. :upside_down_face:

Damn ‘Voice-to-Text’

RSVP

That’s some creative hoarding, there.

I collect toothpicks. Clean ones.
Wrapped in the plastic.

Beware if you own a cafe. If you have wooden coffee stirrers I’m your thief. (Again clean ones, only)

Oh…and I love the wooden ice cream spoons. Hard to find now days. So I bought some.

Still in wrappers?

So…I’m walking the track. I have to do 4 laps. Handle bars on both sides I need only one so I was texting on my phone.
Hildegarde came over snatched my phone outta my hand and said speed up.

Ok…she gives it to me. I’m on the recumbent bike.
I look at my phone she actually texted the person I was texting. She told them I couldn’t talk at the moment.

How rude.
How ‘getting up in my business’
How…I don’t know what.

I’m peeved. Yep. I’ll be telling on her.

B. Just trying to survive and keep in touch with family and friends. So they’ll remember me when ‘I don’t what’ freakin’ die!

They do add something to the experience. You need to collect a Swedish Juniper Butter Knife. They add a touch of flavor to your buttered biscuit.

I’m bad suggesting all these products to you but I’m a bit of a foodie and texture and subtlety of flavor is big with me.

In one way that’s hilarious; after all, you should be paying attention to Hildegarde. But yeah, it’s also frustrating as hell. My PT’s name is Karen. Soooo fitting.

And then she sent me nudes!

At a potluck I was bringing cheesecake bites from CostCo and managed to find 4-inch birch sporks on Amazon to put out with them. They’re not wrapped but I got a hundred I could send you if you need them.

Nothing less than 9+ inch birch sporks will do for Beckywreck. She’s a Spork-Queen.

Yeah, bud, I prefer to hear that from her own lips – er, fingers.

Just between you and me, she’s REALLY into Bamboo

How’s that fire doing?

You know the one Named "Becky something or another?

Becky Peak. Like you, not contained yet. And Hot.

Every time I read the word “spork”, the voices inside my brain switch to Swedish Chef mode.

Spork! Spork! Spork!