I ran alone this morning. There was a lot of wobbly bits. Wobbly mammaries and derrières, which sounds like a greeting card company. I didn’t mean to focus on this, but it was hard to miss; the type of runner on Sunday at 11 is different to the crowd of last Thursday morning. You can’t [...]
Running, it seems, has got a bad reputation. In The Tao of Pooh, Benjamin Hoff says,
You see them [Bisy Backsons/Busy Back Soons] almost everywhere you go, it seems. On practically any sunny sort of day, you can see the Backsons stampeding through the park, making all kinds of loud Breathing Noises. Perhaps [...]
The type of people we would like to become have to be our inspiration. There is no one more inspiring than someone who got this body and looks by pure hard work, dedication and inspiration. We love you, and your tits, Malibu.
Nobody wants another pair of supercilious wankers imposing their oft illiterate views on the world. To avoid the label, or give you a chance to make your minds up, and maybe go and waste your employer’s time on another site, allow me to introduce myself and my companion. My name is Jamie Dobson, [...]
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