I snapped out of it, put my running shoes on and went for a run. As I saw myself run past the shop windows, I thought I looked really great, really pro, really fit.
1 minute and 30 seconds later and I was a sweaty, panting pig, missing only a spit roast to complete the disgusting picture.
I have been going to the gym this whole time thinking I was sporty spice, but when the ground isn't moving for me I can't even run for 10 minutes.
So. Pathetic.
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- The rat and the monkey
- I, La Gitane, am a monkey. A metal monkey, to be precise. And Krusty, well, he is a rat. No, not the evil type of rat with red eyes and bushy, diseased fur. Nor is he the type of rat that has several monkeys at once. At least I hope he isn't. No, he is a water rat. And together, we plan to take over Hong Kong, one delicious roast goose at a time...
Oh, and by the way, obviously, the copyright to all of the content on this website belongs to its creator and if you should want to reproduce any part of it, you should ask for her permission first if you don't want to be taken to court. So there.
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