I mean, come on. I’m generally not one to complain about the weather. But god damn. Last week, I think, or the week previous, I ran five miles in 95 degree weather, and that was a poor idea. But simply sitting in my kitchen is making me make Dr Who analogies on Twitter. This is god damn bad.
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popularfavorites said:
my balls got chafed.
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rendit said:
The Joshua Tree, the most widely known bro-bar in Murray Hill, says that each week it runs through about “80 cases of bottled beer [24 bottles each] and 20 kegs.”
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6h057 said:
I ran two nights ago in 83 degree weather… Soaked my fucking shirt.
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