(18-05-2012, 11:53 AM)Sweder Wrote: I drew my arm out slowly to reveal my prize, a blackened, limp appendage that could barely have looked less appetising had it been covered in flies.
I think I can out-do that...
Never, ever, eat a damp, black sticky substance pulled from the darkest recesses of a bum bag on a hot, sweaty run which reveals itself to have been rolled in stale century-old oats, spearmint chewing gum and discarded (used) tissues, then chewed, spat out, sat upon and encrusted in navel lint before finally being sprayed with someone else's year-old cinnamon doughnut-dust and their teenage son's nasal discharge.
... and that was just a training run.
