Running In The Rain And Wind Is Bad For You – At Least Mental Health Wise.
I am really fucking glad that I’m off to Benidorm next week. I cannot handle any more of this rainy, windy weather we’ve been having here since 1267.
Went out for a 6.6 mile run there and I couldn’t enjoy it because I was being blown off course by gale force blasts.
My shirt was blowing around like a fucking tent. The rain was raping my nipples.
I was close to punching lamp posts but the thing with them is that always win no matter how hard I try.
Fortunately my nipples aren’t looking so diseased this week.
I think if I had another episode of my baps leaking then I would have went all hysterical and clambered up a pylon and pissed from the top over all Creation.
Feeling fragile. I am in dire need of a haircut.
A bad Sideshow Bob impersonator.