I am as old as you want me to be. At least that’s what the pimp told me to say.
And don’t hate on Mr. Giuliani. In a post-9/11 world, that means the terrorists have won.
It takes me a good Cleveland Steamer just to wake up in the morning, so I understand.*
*An opinion by Justice Scalia can substitute for a 'Steamer if necessary
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I was thinking mor like a Comanche war cry . Manly but with a bit of femine screech. Should fit well;0) then you can man handl the imaginary girlfriend a bit and rub her head into you thickets of chest hair.
I can do that! I’ll just imagine what it would feel like if I heard that spandex leggings were so out this year. Well, in that case I might be too crushed to make a good Comanche scream, but I’ll at least make a sound like a boiling tea kettle before passing out.
In unrelated news, I just read a case for class that is about dwarf-tossing. It “is an activity where a large person throws a small person. The venue often is one in which alcohol is served.” Just so you know.
It’s a fun race. Finally all the trails are open again so this year was all trails. Last few years there was about .75 mile each way on road to one of the loops. In classic Todd and Cynthia Heady fashion though, the directions pre-race were “run down the road and turn left at the big white dog. His name is Winston.”
It’s a fun race. Finally all the trails are open again so this year was all trails. Last few years there was about .75 mile each way on road to one of the loops. In classic Todd and Cynthia Heady fashion though, the directions pre-race were “run down the road and turn left at the big white dog. His name is Winston.”
Oh gosh, that actually really annoys me with trail races sometimes. Primarily because I cannot seem to stay on the trail. In this race, I took the wrong turn ON THE SECOND LAP. Once again, I prove myself to be intellectually deficient when compared to a salmon.