What cheeses The Cheese?

Another new segment alert! (i.e. it will be six months until I remember about this idea)

You know what cheeses me?

(glad you asked)




People running.

Why would people running bother me? Bad question. Asking "How does it NOT bother me?", would garner better results. Too bad you didn't ask that. Loser.

Running sucks. Nothing bores me more. (or gives me shin splints faster) Let me clarify...I'm not talking about kids at play, or sports...I'm talking about adults just going out for a run. Perhaps if I was 110 lbs, and had a proper amount of lubrication in my knees and various other joints it would be better than watching high definition porn reading the bible.

And what cheeses me the most is when it's 98 degrees out with 100% humidity and someone is on the verge of death, with negative body fluid left in their system, stumbling along the side of the road because they thought it would be a "healthy idea" to go for a fun run. Jackasses. You may mistake me with a similar look on these days, but chances are I was just walking out to get the mail.

A close second is when these jerk offs feel it's necessary to get their run on during a monsoon or when it's below freezing outside. You know, one of those days where it hurts your lungs just to breathe outside? When there's 6 inches of slush on the side of the road and they're running in the middle of the plowed road, making you dodge them during already iffy driving conditions?

Oh boy...Dr. T better get me some blood thinner. Just thinking about these Bruce Jenner wannabes makes me want to ram my head through a glass pane and gargle with the broken glass. You may have a different opinion on running. Just know it's wrong and that knowing is half the battle.