Saturday, February 09, 2013
(posted by weekend guest blogger Charlie "Marathon" Chicken...)
Howdy, lay-zee hoomans!
While youse were all still sleepin' in, ole Chuck wuz hittin' tha bricks!
After I quit bangin' my head against tha wall ta wake up, I stepped outside fer a run...
Yessir, ole Charlie is gunna run in marythons!!
I watched Chariots a Fire on sattylite TV, an now I wanna be a Olimpick runner - call me Tha Flash!
Wut with ma streemlined fisique, I figger I gotsa major advantig over hooman runners, what with their natural flab an lacka skitterin'. Wings don't hurt none either.
I may not be tha Road-Runner, but I've managed to outrun the coyotes in OUR nayborehood!
I juss gotta stalk up on Gatorade, spandex shorts, an dee-odor-ant. Chicks may not eggsactly dig a smelly stud...
Juss to be clear - beer is NOT a performance enhasin drug, is it??
Hey, dew marythons typically last longer than a city block?
I need ta start small, until ah develop ma gams!!
Who was that blurry burst a speed an awesomesness???
Cluck fer now...