Ever experience an instant and totally unexpected orgasm?
Oh, I'm not talking about having a problem with premature issues. For those of you that haven't reached puberty yet, imagine catching the 72nd home run ball from Barry Bonds, winning a free year of pizza from Pizza Hut, being able to watch a Disney movie without crying, never having to go back to Jr. High, and being able to jump from ledge to ledge on the wind level of Mortal Kombat without ever falling.
What am I talking about?
Since moving to Indianapolis about two years ago, I've been denied. I've been living life without. It has been nothing but pure torture. I feel that I would rather be dragged across two miles of broken glass strung out across the salt flats of Utah hogtied to a truck bumper. I'd rather have my toenails ripped from my toes while the local drunk attempts to perform heart sugery with a dull butter knife. Shoot, I'd rather see Rosie O'Donnel naked that experience what I've been through the past two years.
It's been terrible. My soul has shriveled up worse than a Sicilian grape. Flowers have lost their intoxicating smell. Children's laughter ring hollow. The sunrise only serves to remind you of another day without it.
Today, I was able to feed the need. I got my fix. I fed the beast within.
You're still wondering what the hell Rob is talking about, huh?
On the 11th of March in the year 2006, Rob was able to locate and consume an extra-large
Citrus Squeeze from the world famous
Jamba Juice.
...and then the world was at peace.
Until next week, stay safe out there,
Rob