I ran today just because I had to.
And that sort of sucks.
More marshmellow creme, please …
4 miles t (13:24) blah
You put a whole new meaning in burning em up!
Has anyone dropped out yet? Has EVERYONE dropped out yet? My quest for the mug has brought me to the darkest depths… I just found a fried feather on my fried cauliflower and I don’t even care. (FRIED IN A FACILITY THAT ALSO PROCESSES PEANUTS. AND FEATHERS) Because at least I’m not running. My run yesterday found me on Willey Street, where a man was openly peeing on the sidewalk in broad daylight. Hence the name? SOM is changing me in way I never expected…
no dropouts that I know of. We lost eight people the first week (we’re now at 22 after starting with 30) but most of those were because they hadn’t read the fine print about posting before noon monday. Everyone on the list except me is pretty hardcore, so I’m hopeful all last the summer. Only danger will be if they deny the Random Acts of Silliness, which are mandatory. And silly.
Mr. Pants advises you to avoid Defecation Drive.
I am not hardcore – trust me on this one. I secretly hate running.
I guess it’s not a secret anymore.
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I like margarine is the fictional tale of a trail money trying to make an honest living as a polka accordian player in upstate New York during the Roaring '20s. Any similarity to people dead or living and the characters in this tale are coincidence.