You have never seen anyone have more fun with pants. Could I have been putting off my 7-mile run at all?
I am not an animal! I am a man!
How I’d look if I stopped Nair-ing.
This one is sort of obscene. And oh, how I hate my bulbous, Bill Clinton nose.
I finally ran, by the way. Seven miles. The snake is long. Seven miles.
It took a hundred minutes exactly. I know this because the treadmill shut off at 100 minutes. Did you even know it did that?
Anyway, peace out. I threw the pants away. Although I’m sure I could’ve gotten hours more enjoyment from them.