The Thunder
I'll be in Nashville next Saturday. Something about a stupid race. So....Tanya? Trent? Anyone....
1 Hip and 2 Hamstring reconstructions later…
Good Bad & The Monkey
I don't have a place.
I'll bet Jendy will let you crash at her place.
I'm running somewhere tomorrow. It's going to be beautiful. I can't wait.
Poor baby
The Microtel is where it's at.
~Sara It's supposed to be hard. If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great. ~ Jimmy Dugan
"run" "2" "eat"
i've got a currently un-used dog pen in the back yard.
hey, you're welcome.
i find the sunshine beckons me to open up the gate and dream and dream ~~robbie williams
Did you eat the dog? Burgoo?
HAHAHAHA!!!
no. the dog moved into a sort of vasey thing on the mantel over the fireplace.
yes. we are those people who kept the dog and put him in a jar.
no. it was not my idea.
yes. i now think it's exceptional that the dog lives in a jar, glad we did it, and enjoy pointing him out to people.
Woof.
My last dog lives in a box under a mudslide. It was just underground. But now it goes deeper.
Well. He doesn't really live there, per se.
my dog lives in a jar. i say.
Yes indeed, and my dog is buried deep underground, much like a fabled rock star.
Skooter 3.0
It makes me happy that Thunder is from Nashville and still has no one to put him up. I also like the thread de-rail. Carry on.
Goals?
Maybe I should just crash in Louisville.
meh
Dangit. You killed my joke.
My stupid little mobile-friendly treadmill calculator
Hoodoo Guru
Who is this Thunder fellow? I'd rather read about Chuck Engle.
The tangents are moot.
For those of you sitting on the collective edges of your seats and worrying about old Thunderpant's accomodations, he'll be staying with us during Monkey weekend. At this very moment, Cheryl's sick, so with any luck, the germs should spread to the guest room by Saturday.
Damn sissy.