It’s Monday evening. Drunk dial (and texts) from CP.. obviously.
New theory on running:
Drink lots, wake up feeling like ass, go to Waffle House = 8 mi sub 8 min pace? yes.
BTW, I might be in the new Brand Atlanta advertising campaign (running on Silver Comet), keep your eyes peeled. Unfortunately I won’t be compensated the millions that I deserve for an ass shot of me running off into the sunset.
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a number everyone should know.. the Rejection Hotline. muhahaha.