A Dance with Monkeys
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
You can't even sign up yet....who says you're gettin in?
Aw, don't be like that, The Thundah.
Well I do know the race director....I'll put in a good word for you.
I'm guessing I'll somehow weasel my way in.
Oh, what, are we over that little joke so soon?!?
I figured we'd run that mother into the ground, dig it back up and attach some strings to it's appendages so we can make it dance, and run it into the ground again.
WHAT NOW, BITCHES?!?
43,497.2 Miles Later