Did you at least go out and heckle the freaks? Maybe tempt them with some baked goods?

Between that and a game at Morgan, it took me an hour to get to my bar from hamilton for the saturday morning chores.

funny thing was, as it turns out, the bride was an hour and a half late to her own wedding. She was trapped inside the ring of masochists.

anon: it would be too confusing for them. a bunch of people cheering them on and behaving as though these people were not destroying their bodies, and me screaming like a raving Cassandra, “I hope you don’t expect me to admire you for this! take up swimming, dipshits!”