Bad Idea number 3
Don't go running hungover. Nothing good can come of it.
That is all.
That is all.
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posted by fatmammycat at 3:36 p.m.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
About Me
- Name: fatmammycat
- Location: Ireland
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion. I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times. Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate. I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.
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- Whinging waffle on a sunny Friday.
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- War.
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- Ireland, my Ireland.
- London Marathon.
- Limbo has danced its last dance.
- A Monday Morning Experiment.
- Hiking.
- Clown Horror.
7 Comments:
I very nearly went running once,but I meditated over a few Vods. 'till the feeling passed.
Nope, you're right, that's just too scary. I'll never try it. In fact I'll avoid running under any circumstances, just in case.
Fruitcake.
On the topic of hungover running will you be coming down to Kerry in September to run with me?*whispers*There are bloggish plans afoot too but keep that under your hat for now.
Send me an email fatmammycat@gmail.com
Kerry running eh? might be a larf.
Oh the pounding!
But you get to sweat out all the drink, inhale the fumes and get drunk again - what's the problem?
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