Confounded Accusations

You have to try and picture this. I have this excercise device. I call it a Lex flexer after Lex Luger, the wrestler. It's a tightly coiled spring with a handle on each side. You push the two sides together. It works the chest, arms and shoulders. I like it. It's old school and it's helped me to have nice shoulders which chicks dig. Anyhow i was doing some sets when Zelly came up and started to hang from it. She then asked me to pick her up into the air using the flexer as an elevator.. Anyway i did it but first asked her, no TOLD her not to let go. So i get her up in the air and she lets go causing the bar to fly super fucking fast right into my nose. Dude, i got knocked on my ass. Total boxing style flash knock down. I was stunned. Zelly stood there looking at me like "holy shit, i fucked up my daddy".
Dude, it hurt. Maritza came in the room having heard me fall down and went all... YEEPS! Then she did the bit where someone asks you if you're allright in a manner that makes it seem like you are way more fucked up then you are. I checked for blood. Held my face tightly, like that was gonna keep my brains in or something. I was hurt. Now i have this black and blue stripe across my face. Looks like i, well it looks like i got hit on the grill with a metal bar..... If you read back over the last couple years of posts (like you are really gonna do that) you'll see i get hit in the face on like a weekly basis. I should look way worse then i do. I look good. Way good. Can't help but be honest. Especially when it comes to how handsome I am.


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