[the day after a strenuous run]
Swiss Miss: My thighs are sore.
Swiss Mister: Why? Too much thundering?
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Swiss Mister. Thigh jealousy is suspected here.
ReplyDeleteNomore frog-legs for you!!TWO YEARS!!