|Watch it! I'm in agony.|
And she's all "What's wrong Cuna?" and I'm like:
|Let's play pony club. You figure it out.|
And she's all, "OMG YOU HAVE A FAT LEG!!" and I'm going:
|Correct. Now fix the zen master's fat leg.|
She was all about jogging and prodding and getting advice and even had the nerve to make me hack around since I was "sound" and "needed to move".
|But I won.|
You're just jealous of my wraps, Roxie.