Princess Cancer Pants
Wasn't you brother in a Big Ten marching band, too?
How you been, sis?
Wait a minute -- that would make me a dork, too. So no, nothing like that guy.
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She was not strong. She was valiant. Radiant. Brave and broken. The beauty she discovered in the aftermath was unparalleled to anything she had known before, because it had come at such a cost.
I've got a fever...
Yep, he was a tromboner
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.
Actually, you would just say "He was a Bone." And yes, you need to capitalize it out of respect. (Guess what I play).
You remind me a LOT of that dork..
BTW, I've been called a dork plenty of times before, but no one's ever told me I reminded them of a dork. I guess that's a step up. So, umm, thanks?
The voice of mile 18
Tri Rule #1 of Triathlon Training/Racing - If Momma ain't happy nobody is happy