what is your finish face look like (Read 6502 times)

    Looks more like an 'O face'... Evil grin
    In the virtual race to dirty thoughts, I just got chicked. I wouldn't have posted it, but I should have thought it. Oh the shame.

    E.J.
    Greater Lowell Road Runners
    Cry havoc and let slip the dawgs of war!

    May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.

    jEfFgObLuE


    I've got a fever...

      Looks more like an 'O face'... Evil grin
      Thanks for saving me the trouble of being the one to make the obvious crude joke, zoomie!

      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.

      zoom-zoom


      rectumdamnnearkilledem

        In the virtual race to dirty thoughts, I just got chicked. I wouldn't have posted it, but I should have thought it. Oh the shame.
        I could be on the podium every time if the contest were for dirty joke skilz. Tongue

        Getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to

        remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.    

             ~ Sarah Kay

        jEfFgObLuE


        I've got a fever...

          I could be on the podium every time if the contest were for dirty joke skilz. Tongue
          I'd be right up there with you. My initial response to your post was way too crude (or at least rude) to even put out here.

          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.

          KMB


            My initial response to your post was way too crude (or at least rude) to even put out here.
            sissy Wink
            zoom-zoom


            rectumdamnnearkilledem

              Maybe BadDawg was sneezing...

              Getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to

              remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.    

                   ~ Sarah Kay


              an amazing likeness

                .

                Acceptable at a dance, invaluable in a shipwreck.

                  Maybe BadDawg was sneezing...
                  Wow, that is just nasty. I just sent that to a germophobic coworker, he may never sleep again.

                  E.J.
                  Greater Lowell Road Runners
                  Cry havoc and let slip the dawgs of war!

                  May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.

                  Trent


                  Good Bad & The Monkey

                    Hey, can I help it if she wants to be out running around in public, in front of photographers no less, with a tracking number slapped on her leg....? Golly, she was probably even wearing an rfid tag or something. Wink
                    Perhaps, but internet stalking is pretty easy Wink
                    jEfFgObLuE


                    I've got a fever...

                      Maybe BadDawg was sneezing...
                      Ewww. Speaking of O-faces, loved the description:
                      A thousand-frame-per-second camera captures amazing footage of people spraying snot everywhere. Imagine what will happen when the porn industry finds out about this.

                      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.

                        Perhaps, but you choosing to leave her in allows us to figure out that you finished that race. Just sayin. Wink
                        Mad stalker skilz Trent, well played.

                        E.J.
                        Greater Lowell Road Runners
                        Cry havoc and let slip the dawgs of war!

                        May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.

                        Trent


                        Good Bad & The Monkey

                          That one was really pretty easy.


                          an amazing likeness

                            .

                            Acceptable at a dance, invaluable in a shipwreck.

                            Trent


                            Good Bad & The Monkey

                              Bingo. Plus we know you finished with a woman whose bib number is visible. You have every right to keep your info to yourself, and many people have no idea how much personal information about them is out there. Even in this case, there were clues, after you took pains to hide the info. I will edit my prior post away out of respect for your wish to stay somewhat private. Hopefully BD will as well. You should consider altering the pic further.
                                Bingo. Plus we know you finished with a woman whose bib number is visible. I will edit my post away. Hopefully BD will as well.
                                Done. Now MilkTruck just has to do the same. Clowning around

                                E.J.
                                Greater Lowell Road Runners
                                Cry havoc and let slip the dawgs of war!

                                May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.