Meanwhile my yearly mileage has landed squarely on 700, and I just couldn't resist. One more mile last night as planned would have ruined this whole post, which is why I mistakenly cut my run short because I thought I was at the turnaround point. Turns out I turned around a half mile too soon.
I feel like I should segue into Creationism or a discussion about the Rapture, but I just can't seem to get there from here. So I'll end with this: Run well and Drink well and you won't go to Hell.
Or maybe you will. I don't know. Hocus Pocus! Alakazam! Amen! And Awomen!
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I'll pray for you.
(P.S. I think it is posts like this that caused hurricane Katrina. Thanks a lot.)
Ha! I'm sure Robertson's minions are already breaking down your door for such theivery!
LOL! This post didn't really make a lot of sense to me, but I sure did enjoy it. Hm. Wonder what that says about me?
A random genius is the only kind for my mind...
I echo Nitmos - as soon as I opened your blog i found a bunch of bent forks in my kitchen drawer.
I've asked the archdiocese to send an exorcist.
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Honestly, God is going to get you for this. You'll end up in Hell having to run wearing memory-foam running shoes with 8 inch heel padding.
Or something like that.
Viper - wait, VIPER? Dude, you're totally the snake in the Garden of Eden, aka, Satan! Awesome! Patty will be doubly pissed!
And yeah, Nitmos is right. You and teh gay.
Off topic, but there's a town to the north of me called Eden. I always figured that would be a great place for a cannabinoid grow-op.
Bahaha! This post made me smile. Nice job on getting to 700 for the year!
Pat Robertson is still alive? I need to stop getting my current events from Chelsea Lately...
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