Seriously. How else am I supposed to keep my grandmother from falling out when we do wheelies across Locust Avenue? And while we’re on the subject of wheelchair upgrades, have amputees never heard of rims? Or subwoofers?
Seriously. How else am I supposed to keep my grandmother from falling out when we do wheelies across Locust Avenue? And while we’re on the subject of wheelchair upgrades, have amputees never heard of rims? Or subwoofers?
This is one of those posts that I immediately regret, but I have to stick to my original blog rule – nothing gets removed. But yeah, this post is lame. I sound like I’m making light of people who have to be in wheelchairs. If I was in a wheelchair, I can’t say that I’d trick it out or even put a motor on it like that one lady who is always speeding towards Martha Jefferson with her grandson running in hot pursuit. I might just sit in it and be depressed. I might even take the wheels off so I’ll be especially pitiful. So don’t listen to me. Don’t feel like you have to put a sound system on your wheelchair. But I do have a friend who works at Crutchfield…
Nonsense, girl, it’s funny as heck. You should be writing for SNL.
Opally, you are too good to me. And by the way, you are allowed to swear on my site. I will not delete bad words like “hell” or “shit.”