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"I do have one problem. No, not an ulcerated liver, collapsed lung or shriveling brain stem. I’m serious. My triceps have vanished. They were there last time I looked in 2005, and now only five years later the ole horseshoes look like flip-flops.
I didn’t mean to look; it was unpremeditated, a simple mistake, an accident. I’m innocent, I tell ya… innocent. I was in the locker room about to shower and somebody walked in and turned on the lights.
The elbows work for pressing, dipping and pushdowns, but lying and overhead triceps extensions are limited by pain and it’s murder the next day. I’m crazy, but I’m not suicidal. Laree said not to worry… something about duct tape and beanbags and long-sleeved shirts.
Has it come to beanbags and duct tape and the painful discarding of nifty tank tops and Ts? Whatever happened to good old reliable denial? But I do have great triceps. Or plain ignorance? Triceps? Wha? Or common stupidity? I don’t need no triceps! Or ordinary oblivion? Who am I?"