Hopefully this runner crossed the finish line of the Philly marathon happy with his time because otherwise I don't know if it's worth looking like you took a gunshot wound to the chest.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Warning: Sorta Gross
Every time I am grumpy about something or not feeling well (like now, for instance -- after more than 5 years of not so much as a sneeze, I am a giant gross ball of cold/flu/etc.) I am just going to look at the photo below and be thankful that I am not this guy. Or, more specifically, that I am not his bloody nipple.
Hopefully this runner crossed the finish line of the Philly marathon happy with his time because otherwise I don't know if it's worth looking like you took a gunshot wound to the chest.
Hopefully this runner crossed the finish line of the Philly marathon happy with his time because otherwise I don't know if it's worth looking like you took a gunshot wound to the chest.
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The more I read about you being sick, the more I'm reminded that we spent several hours together this weekend.
Yeah, but at no point did I lick you/spit on you/sneeze on your toothbrush. I even washed my hands about 57 times when I was at your house.
Ah, yes. Guys can pee easily in the woods, but at least our nipples don't bleed when we run marathons.
ACHHHHH that just looks horribly painful.
feel better!
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