Get on your back. Get your butt up. Now walk

Get on your back. Get your butt up. Now walk like a crab.

No. I don't have to because you didn't say "Simon Says!" My turn!! Twirl 3 times like a ballerina. Now take 2 giant steps forward. Touch your tongue to your elbow. SIMON SAYS!!

Upon hearing "Simon Says," Tommy twirled thrice, took two steps, and tried to tap his elbow with his tongue but missed terribly, tripped, and twisted his tibia instead.

Tommy Lee was an idiot. This moronic injury proved it. This injury forced him to change his life. His girlfriends left him, then his friends, then his family, then his Facebook fri

ends and lastly his twitter followers. Tommy Lee was alone in the world and felt like a baby new born kangaroo dropped from its pouch. Transcendental meditation was the only course

of inaction. He sat down and began to hum awkwardly. After several hours of meditation he realized there was no spoon, but also came to realize that wherever there is a rock band

there are overexcited teenage girls hanging around. There was now hundreds of them and a big chunk of them was singing the latest hits a cappella. His eardrums suddenly exploded

dance coming on, and he went with it. "Weapon of Choice" blared, and he knew then that he was born to feel with his legs. He expressed how he felt about the singing camp by running

and springing on the top of the bunk beds. He did a final leap that would make Christopher Walken proud. "You can with this, or you can go with that."