Well, I stumbled across a run even I couldn't thumb my nose at. If you haven't guessed what I'm talking about yet (what the H is wrong with you?), I'm referring to the tri-annual UCLA Undie Run. Thousands show up to celebrate the end of the quarter in style...well, if not in style, definitely in their underpants.
Look at the terrible job these officers have to do. Shielding their eyes at the pale, unattractive co-eds running around in their baggy, unfitting undergarments...oh right, this is UCLA, you're not admitted unless you've already done no less then five FHM, Stuff, or Maxim spreads. Honestly, how many of these guys were telling their wives that they're on "special assignment" that night and to not wait up?
All joking aside, I don't see what the big deal is. I go on an underpants run through the house the second I get home from work.
4 comments:
You would not get bored on that run, so many ladies lined up along the road to cheer you on!
That looks like the average morning run around here...
Dr. T, your wife is inflating my ego.
(assuming she's referring to "you" as "The Cheese" and not "you" as in "anyone")
(guess which option I'm going with)
There's plenty to go around!!
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