I went running last night for the first time in like a year. I ran like three miles. No, wait. It was three minutes. Then I had to hop in cab to get home. But only after a bunch of those kids selling Peanut M&Ms for their basketball team helped me stop crying. I got home just in time to watch the Three's Company movie and recover. Don't worry though I taped it for you. Shit could Suzanne Summers's husband be a bigger dick/idiot/chicken fucker? What a selfish bastard. I was waiting for him to start making her wear a sign around her neck that said "Meat".

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