I had to go to the emergency ward the other day to have something looked at.
I was doing jumping hand stands with my shirtless latino trainer (Heyseuss I think) and accidentally pushed off to hard and hit a light fixture. Long story short, there was a lightbulb in my ass.
Please, no jokes about me being a smart ass. Or how “that wasn’t a very bright idea.” Although I do kind of feel like a perverted Uncle Fester.
So after dealing with a couple eye-rolling nurses and a smarmy know-it-all doctor, the offending beacon of light was successfully extracted from deep within my no-fly zone.
After this learning experience, I have come to the conclusion that I will longer be using flourescent tube lighting in my house.
I’m switching back to the old-fashioned, smooth, fist-like incandescent bulbs. Or at the maybe the new french-tickler looking energy-efficient twisty bulbs. They look easy to remove…from the light socket I mean.
I wrote a beautiful haiku which is basically just paraphrasing what Dr. Coldfingers said while examining my situation.
Is a Nice way of saying
There’s something in your ass.