I'm not running anymore: White Collar Fight Night Part I

Friday, November 28, 2008

Work Husband is fighting out of the blue corner, with grey trunks.

Posted by Duder at 9:35 AM

Duder: An anxious chewer of nails, I can often be found running alone in groups of spandex clad North Vancouverites or attending an AA meeting and hoping no one asks me to share. I give an inordinate amount of thought to creating my own religion, but ultimately end up playing sudoku instead. It has been medically proven that I was born with a horseshoe up my ass. I believe one should be respected not for the money they have in the bank, nor the letters behind their name, but rather by how they live their lives.

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