One exact muscle, the latissimus dorsi, is the bane of my existence and the reason I'm barely phoning it in tonight.
When that bastard goes out, it takes me down. I don't know what I did to raise its ire. It hasn't behaved this poorly in ages. I really, REALLY hate it and wish my pain doc could be summoned to the house. He'd kick in the door like a badass cowboy armed with two huge hypodermics full of anaesthetics and he'd stab them both in that villainous muscle.
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