stoking bad era

Seabass returned from 2 months injury and we skated with his compatriot under the bridge. Exhaustion is taking its toll, but at least I'm not lzyk. She didn't sleep for 48 hours because work. At least I got to spend some time at the bridge with homies, even if there wasn't much skating in it. We had mosburger in the park and saw a ill omen: a dog with a sort of extra scrotum hanging down, like a softball in a pink flesh sack. It was clearly excrutiatingly painful for the dog. It was an all together strange day.