You can't moveYou can't move by *CaptainImaginary
I’m stuck. I can’t move, and I’m stuck. I can breath and that’s a good sign as any, but I have been immobilized. Let me see if I can move my legs- That’s a negative.
My legs are laid out on top of the foot stool and if I try to move but one centimeter, I fear that Pandora’s box will break open. I can move my head slightly and my arms a fair amount, though due to the way I’m sunken down in the huge armchair, my movements have been restricted to a minimum. Trying to move anything between my arms and my feet are completely out of the question.
I look around me to see if there is anything I can grab a h
|Friendship is like peeing your pants.|
Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the warmth
Oh, the temperature’s a-rising while my sweat’s a-vapourising and I can not feel my legs below my knees anymore.
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If I don't warm it up right, it doesn't rise.
I can’t be impossible – I exist! I believe what you
meant to say is – ‘I give up, he’s improbable’.