Twist & Shout

This will not be a long post since I'm having trouble sitting here without shooting pains jolting along my lower back every few minutes. But I needed to check out any new posts from my blog buddies. Yes, I'm that addicted.

As for why I'm getting shooting pains in my back, Mr. Nameless knocked something loose in the middle of some great sex. A body was not made to twist THAT way. So yes, I threw out my back and have been bed/couch ridden since Friday night. I'm getting better though. I'm now walking without groaning or moaning with every step.
*2 thumbs up*

Anyway...

Here's a joke that a friend sent me and made me laugh. I thought I'd share it with you.

An airline's passenger cabin was being served by an obviously gay flight
attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served them food and
drinks.

As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and
announced to the passengers, "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be
landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put
your trays up, that would be super."

On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed a well-dressed rather exotic
looking woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big
brute engines. I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can
pitty-pat us on the ground."

She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess.
I take orders from no one."

To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, "Well,
sweet-cheeks, in my country, I'm called a Queen, so I out rank you.

"Tray-up, Bitch."