This is for Man of Roma.
I can’t say this is exactly original with me, but no one else showed me how to use the balls this way. It’s just a matter of great minds thinking alike.
My staff were unusually helpful during the making of this video. It happens every time I get down on the floor.
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Ooooo ……. I enjoyed that. I think your assistants did a wonderful job. Shame you said a ‘clean’ sock though ….. I do have the balls ……
Sledpress!! Let me say I luuve this and I LOVE YOU. How SWEET of YOU to do that for me!!
Now Mama Sled has voice and flesh, and I know she’s sympathetic and dear. I’ll definitely try those tennis balls on my back (then I’ll shout: I got BALLS!!).
Btw, seems quite easy to be done even by inepts.
I’ve known Sled’s voice for some time now and agree that she is both sympathetic and dear. She likes to pretend she’s a grump, but I think she is one of the loveliest people I know… and she is a dear friend.
Azahar, her voice corresponds exactly to what I thought of her from her posts here and elsewhere. It’s often the grumpy that turn out to be the best people inside. And her appearance, which I had already guessed from pictures here, corresponds to what you say even better: a loveliest person.
>blush< dang it, you people are trying to water down my cred as a curmudgeon. And I still say my face would lose a contest with a mud fence.
You must stop with this face thing. Your face is exotic and simpatica (which in my language is nice).
I always think I resemble a young H. P. Lovecraft. But maybe it is all to the good as I feel all the more incentive to keep the body in shape.
I had a look in the wiki at that H. P. Lovecraft’d face. C’mon Sled …..
Hahaha… Fergie and Nickel were amazingly helpful!
This is a great thing, also very cheap to do… except for the carpet bit! Have got marble floors in my new place that nobody in their right mind would want to lie down on.
But I have found Spike again after much unpacking, and will put him to use quite soon.
Just folding up a blanket will do in a pinch, I reckon.
Sled, I do want to be a youtube celebrity. You should not encourage in this subtle way.
Could we not also have some scenes cut in with you in a lab coat and a pointer and some drawings of the spine?
Or, actually, where is that cute engineer?
Jenny, I hope you won’t ask her for some group sex scenes. She has already given us a lot.
Even though, now that I think of it, I have no intrinsic objection to anything.
Lemme see if I can use one of Sled’s trademark responses:
Thpffftpft!
(Did I get that right?)
What I imagined was chaste: sort of 1950s science/health reel, with a young Jack Lalanne type assistant. For demonstration. Geez, MoR. Saturnalia is over. It’s friggin February. 😉
Btw, Sled, I just noticed you have a visitor from Poland. I’m jealous.
I think the Polish person was looking for rudbekia. And thptfft is like Elizabethan English, the orthography is forgivingly flexible.
I actually have a model pelvis that I could use with a pointer. I mean just the bone part. (That still didn’t come out right…)
It’s always Saturnalia somewhere in the world…
Well, isn’t Carnival around? Plus I wrote only saturnalia 1 & 2. I planned 3 & 4, the real fun, but was too busy to proceed.
At any rate here the weather is like spring (but snow will soon arrive) and people feel damned excited (which is vague, and I’ll leave it like that).
By the way, I started a new blog just for the hell of it. Don’t know yet what I’ll do with it.
http://maniuslentulus.blogspot.com/
I went over and had a look. I’m a little worried about the sheep….
You red-head witch. How did you know?
The sheep tell me things.
Nice demonstration. You really don’t sound all that grumpy.
You need to hear me in someplace like the Home depot parking lot…
I can’t wait for the stores to open so I can get me some tennis balls
We’ll be waiting for the report from the Gimcrack.
Satisfaction at last!
Welcome Glenys!
Tell Man of Roma this will be big. I’m hiding all the tennis balls.
Now I’m really scratching my head…
The Britons are not easily understandable at times. that’s why I sent Manius there to find out.
What the hell can a damn sheep tell you – they look so stupid.
It’s nothing really, Sled. I know Glenys (my wife) will want me to try that exercise and I don’t relish the idea. 🙂
Oh, you’ll love it. trust me.
Thank you for noting that the balls looked vaguely obscene! They do. But, the exercise in and of itself looks like pure heaven! I may have to go buy some tennis balls and give it a spin.
Thank you..
no comments about looks/voice etc, but for those of us who comment mutually I think we do wonder about each other. It’s always fun to get a fuller glimpse!
Well, I’ve been flashing skin on my header for months.
I think I was able to absorb your lesson better because of the wandering cats, as if they walked on camera to make sure I was paying attention.
Callan Pinckney’s dance exercise videos always included cats padding around. I think it’s a sign of appropriate reverence for our betters and their celestial example.