Between my yelling anti-sematic rants at pigeons, taking psychedalics and building something something in the jungles of the Yucatan Peninsula, I decided to go see a new Chiropractor.

My neck was a little stiff and I felt like SOMETHING needed to popped.

Went in and it was him and his father working that day, father pulled and stabilized my legs and son...Gently manipulated my neck and then suddenly SNAPPED that shit like a Slim Jim!

I literally moaned in pain.

Which reminded me of my High School Biology Teacher who once asked the class:

"How do you make a hormone?"

His answer...I swear to G-d: 

"You don't pay her."

I FUCKING LOVE THE 80's!

No one complained, no one filed a lawsuit, no one was offended...Something these last 3 generations have no memory of which was just that Humans LOVE to talk smack.

It's a social trait.

Anyways, after he cracked me a sharp pain ran down my Not So Funny Bone, that felt like fire, then all was good.

I woke up today wondering if my neck mucles would hurt, because he twisted my head like I was a giant chicken and I was going to go in the pot.

Nah...I shockingly feel quite limber.

I think I found a winner!  

A good chiropractor is worth his weight in gold if he has chops.