An occasional chronicle of my misguided attempts to engage in physical activities a few years after what could be considered my prime. My mind is already gone - now watch as the body crumbles. This blog is for the entertainment of my old running buddies. Anyone else who stumbles upon this will be even more bored than my old buddies. You have been warned.
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Cast iron, eh? That would explain all the rust stains in your underwear.
Your EverLearin' TSA Agent.
We tortured the locals with creamated remains of a large flightless bird(no, not a Kiwi). Later they were surprised that a huge round vegetable could actually be fashioned into a reasonably tasty pie. Wild rice, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, fruit salad, green beans all covered with copious quantities of greasy gravy and all bellies were ready to explode - life is good.
Rix,
We are extremely jealous. Please be sure invite us next time you're serving moa.
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