And he's faster than me.
And he wasn't as tired as me at the end.
And when I wanted to stop, he wasn't ready to.
This is what he looked like (plus some running shoes, minus the briefcase):

And this is what I looked like (plus a shirt and minus the stupid grin):

Just sick.
I really need to improve on this.
4 comments:
I'm sure it wasn't that bad.
Your Mother said, I'm sure it wasn't that bad.
I hate this comment thing, can't figure out which box to check when finished. No wonder G. Schultz's comment didn't post.
Hilarious picture! I love the internets.
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