I woke up last Wednesday morning with a stiff back. I thought it would just go away. But like so many other things in my life ... it didn't turn out the way that I though it would.
Nowadays, I have to write things down in order to remember what to do, what to buy and where to go and what time to be there. My feet hurt, my skin gets dry and when I wake up with a back ache it just gets worse and worse day after day until I look like Mr. Burns from the "Simpsons."
The only thing that saved me was Tiger Balm. A wonderful Indonesian remedy that smells like Vick's Vapo Rub on acid mixed with cinnamon and anything else that will burn your nose.
When some philanthropic, perhaps misguided, soul gets manipulated into manipulating your back with the fire balm your both in for an experience.
Your masseuse with be disgusted by your orgasmic relief and you will be overcome with the sweet, burning, tingling sensation brought to you by the islands of southeast Asia.
Growing up I thought that my dad was one of the only people around that could get Tiger Balm, because his close friend was Indonesian and an athlete.
In actuality you can buy it at any health food store, even just GNC and Drugstore.com.
It was seriously like two years ago when I was in GNC and I saw Tiger Balm and thought to myself, "How do they know about this?" Then I figured it out, I'm retarded.
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