New Jersey’s gettin’ a li’l hurricaney this weekend, so yesterday I got an email from the Inflatable 5K I’m supposed to run tomorrow and they’re like, “Fuck you, we’re still doing it, unless there’s lightning.”
And I thought, “Eat a dick, you blowup doll of races.”
But then they emailed today and said, “OK, FINE, you little bitch-baby, you can transfer races and do another one. Coward.”
Procrastination for the win!