Some Random Study That Made Me Think This Crap
Study: Length of a woman's ring finger indicates how good at sports she is (MSNBC)
This study proves that a longer ring finger than the index finger shows greater ability at athletics/sports.
So my ring fingers are longer than my index fingers.
Damn. I thought maybe my ring finger would be shorter than my index, which would explain why I'm so good at sitting on the couch for long stretches of time watching crap TV. But noooooo. Me? Athletic? Wait - can't - hold. on. can't. oh - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What, I'm supposed to be out there running? Like I used to in junior high (soccer, for crying out loud) and college (work-out manic roomie that literally dragged my ass to the gym every night after classes; but only after blaring Janet Jackson's 'Nasty Boys' to pump herself up - geez - I still know all the lyrics to that one.) (In high school I was much too busy smoking cigarettes and other things).
Guess the next time I get that urge to go running I should actually go.
This really doesn't explain Sunday's tennis "match" with N. Both of us were so lousy that we were debating taking lessons. Actually, I told her I didn't need any stinkin' lessons because of my obvious "natural abilities," but that she could certainly use some. She found that amusing.
This study proves that a longer ring finger than the index finger shows greater ability at athletics/sports.
So my ring fingers are longer than my index fingers.
Damn. I thought maybe my ring finger would be shorter than my index, which would explain why I'm so good at sitting on the couch for long stretches of time watching crap TV. But noooooo. Me? Athletic? Wait - can't - hold. on. can't. oh - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What, I'm supposed to be out there running? Like I used to in junior high (soccer, for crying out loud) and college (work-out manic roomie that literally dragged my ass to the gym every night after classes; but only after blaring Janet Jackson's 'Nasty Boys' to pump herself up - geez - I still know all the lyrics to that one.) (In high school I was much too busy smoking cigarettes and other things).
Guess the next time I get that urge to go running I should actually go.
This really doesn't explain Sunday's tennis "match" with N. Both of us were so lousy that we were debating taking lessons. Actually, I told her I didn't need any stinkin' lessons because of my obvious "natural abilities," but that she could certainly use some. She found that amusing.

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