The title of this post comes from what my mother said when she was trying to explain how her friend bruises easily.
I now have a membership at Rocknasium and my own rock-climbing shoes and harness (so I won’t have to spend $6 in rental each time at the gym). I climbed two 5.7s and a 5.8 on Friday. Afterwards, as I was touting the health benefits to Cheryl, I happened to glance at my lower extremities. It was at that moment that Cheryl decided that she’d prefer a different form of exercise. Wuss.
If there is a man in the world who finds bruises sexy. You would be his goddess.
It goes without saying that this hypothetical Mr. Right finds the bruises sexy only if they are not caused by him. (I guess it really doesn’t go without saying)
“There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?â€
Genesis
Or… tattle tale tit, your tongue shall be split, and every doggy in the town shall have a little bit. I must admit that the King James version carries a little more… authority?
Bulleses