I see what you did there, mate! You're giving false comfort to Pixie. It's cruel, mate. He's laughing along with you, but he cannot possibly know that you are busy with me, digging his grave. Poor bastard really doesn't know what's coming his way!
Did he show it to you in a bag? Was it purple and soft? Was there a hole cut into one side of the bag?
Calm down Tyler. It's not my fault you couldn't stick to your story. (p.s. Hamstring isn't in your foot)
No, no, no, mate... That isn't how marathons work. It's not like nipping down to your nearest hypermarket for a weekly shop, and running there instead of driving! Running the 26.2 miles is an end in itself, mate.
Yeah very well. Great runner is Dick. Ran 568 marathons in one week in 1865, I hear he still runs too.
@PISKIE It's good to see you laughing and joking with the lads, mate. This must be a bit how it was like with military prisoners, during WW1 and WW2, on the day before they were put before a firing-squad and shot. You're not a bad sort, really, mate. In a way, I'm going to miss you.
Tyler has bottled it once. Let's see if on Sunday he can provide the proof that I called as BS. Namely that nobody called Tyler ran in the 2004 San Francisco Marathon. I'm sure looking forward to that pie
