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Dammit. I really shouldn't run another race, but that sounds fun.


Oh, you don't really "run" the Blubber Run. The fact that there are drinks at the halfway point and cabs will pick up the stragglers should indicate what kind of race it is. There's also a costume contest.

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I love the fair. Just the people watching alone makes a visit worth it. (mullets) It's so convenient. I don't have to travel all the way up nort to see them, the mullets just come to me.


See, the thing is, I don't think I could "not run" a race. There's a prize for Fastest Female, so my little brain would take over and move these hooves.

Unless I managed to have an amazing costume. Then I'd run really fast in that.


gauchos! i hate gauchos with a passion! if i see a person wearing gauchos, i have this incredible urge to flail my arms, yell incoherently, and destroy their stupid pants. shorts. crops. whatever.

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