What do you do when, after six years, hundreds of billions of dollars and thousands and thousands of lives have been spent, and you still have no. fucking. clue. where the bad guy is? Pull out the sexual metaphors, of course.
This is kinda cool, and by coincidence we heard the song this morning. YEAR TOTALS Running: 502.4 miles Time: 4 days, 4h 00m 48s Avg. Pace: 11:57/mile Finally crossed 500 miles on the year.
I say, and you think… Dork :: me Refurbished :: couch Basket :: ball Mousse :: Mickey Studio :: 54 8 ball :: unable to determine at this time Masking tape :: duct tape wannabe Love :: blind Wilder :: than her Lindsey :: Bionic Woman Okay, maybe more scattered than usual, but that’s kinda […]