Lauren attacks a post-race victory omelet while finding absolutely zero humor in her runner's number. Really nothing to laugh at there at all.
We ran a 5k for universal feline suffrage or whatever today. Participants could bring their pets. Let me just say, some aging black labs kicked my ass.
Upon leaving the diner, we realized that we'd parked in a handicapped spot. While wearing athletic clothes and runner's numbers. Because why just park illegally when you can be a dick about it too.
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we deserved that damned handicap space. our bones were achin'. aint that enough?
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