Dick hurt in the cold morning (Read 3608 times)

    FFS.

     

     

     

    mta: I'm honored to have been able to contribute 3 posts to the "Dick hurt in the cold morning" thread!


    A Sweetheart

      Poor Globbie. All this after he's provided the most useful info ever posted to RA.

       

      If anyone has ever contributed a bit of information more important to running than how to not shit yourself, I haven't seen it.

      I want to do it because I want to do it.  -Amelia Earhart

       

      Tennessee Beer Mile Queen

        FFS.

         

         

         

        mta: I'm honored to have been able to contribute 3 posts to the "Dick hurt in the cold morning" thread!

        FFS is right. Whose side are you on here?

        Runners run.

          GO COCKS!

           

          manfromnantucket


            Why dontcha just do what i do when you get home after a cold run, get some booty. Then take a nice hot shower together.

              FFS is right. Whose side are you on here?

               

              I don't even know what you're asking. Michigan isn't Michigan State. Globs dotted the i in Michigan. Globule is Goblue. My dick doesn't hurt in the cold morning. GO COCKS!

                SIGH.

                Runners run.


                just a simple cat

                  But we never heard how his mom is and if she still 'sees' Scout7

                   

                  Running is stupid


                  A Dance with Monkeys

                    Why dontcha just do what i do when you get home after a cold run, get some booty. Then take a nice hot shower together.

                     

                    Ahh, so you've met Globule's mom too?

                       Ok, sorry!  It had been eating at me since I have a bit of grammar nazi in me.  I thought everyone was misreading it, since I wasn't privy to the truth.

                       

                      You unwittingly stumbled into a secret of the Ancient Ones.

                      - Joe

                      We are fragile creatures on collision with our judgment day.

                      manfromnantucket


                         

                        Ahh, so you've met Globule's mom too?

                         

                        Loose lips, sink ships my man.

                          Ahh, so you've met Globule's mom too?

                           

                          word is...his mom's got a penis.  probably encountered similar issues to the OP.

                          My leg won't stop mooing.

                           

                          i think i've got a calf injury.


                          A Dance with Monkeys

                            Loose lips, sink ships my man.

                             

                            Yup, sounds like you've met her.


                            I've got a fever...

                              That's right I'm pretty sure he got to dot the "i" in Script Ohio once.

                              The only eye I've dotted recently is your mom's.

                               

                              Happy New Year everyone.

                              On your deathbed, you won't wish that you'd spent more time at the office.  But you will wish that you'd spent more time running.  Because if you had, you wouldn't be on your deathbed.

                                Poor Globbie. All this after he's provided the most useful info ever posted to RA.

                                 

                                If anyone has ever contributed a bit of information more important to running than how to not shit yourself, I haven't seen it.

                                 

                                If I hang on long enough to become a nursing home resident, the poor staff will be wondering why I constantly mutter OBMPP....OBMPP...

                                E.J.
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