Wow, she speaks and stuff. It's not all diapers and such. And it's a brie death march I'll have you know. What's a bloody long hike without pain, cheese and wine? Come on girlfriend. 145 miles in 7 days. No pain no Maine.
And as for the rest you mouse potatoes, see you out there. That is if you feel willing to bleed. Be at the Doyle at 11am, March 14th, for some punishment. You know you like it. Beers for breaky. Then miles. Tell you what; you and whom ever just stay on that couch of yours while me and Dr. Bramble bust-a-move. No, that’s okay, really wouldn’t wanna drag you out and go for a walk or anything. Chicken. It’s too cold. I can’t hike. Wa. Did I mention pizza will be delivered to an unnamed shelter later in the week?
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