I went out last night and had a few brews, I woke up extremely dehydrated and had some water. Nothing too riveting there. I felt a little better and decided to go for a nice little run, on a beautiful May sunshiny day. Well much to my surprise, after the first mile I noticed if I continued to constantly run I would end up shitting my pants. Everyone knows about the vaunted next day beer shits that accompany us after a night of Bud Lights and Blue Moons (my two favorites. Yes, I know, Blue Moon is a chick beer). I had no idea it would creep up and run through me like shit through a tin horn. I showed great character and resolve and kept switching off from running a tiny bit, to speed walking, in order to finish the little 3 mile jaunt. That was one of the toughest moments in my life. It tested my will and I was not going to let it define me as a MAN. I think this can be shown to so many of us who need that extra boost and pick me up when facing adversity. It should be on one of those motivational posters in schools and offices. If I can beat the beer shit odds and keep my underbritches white as the driven snow, SO CAN YOU!
PS- Last night was worth the fiasco from today. Got myself a pic with a Super Bowl Champion for the Green and Gold. Yes, that is Sam Shields!
PS- Last night was worth the fiasco from today. Got myself a pic with a Super Bowl Champion for the Green and Gold. Yes, that is Sam Shields!
Just a couple of Green Bay Packers pic.twitter.com/jjHuyU966u
— mccneat69 (@mccormi6) May 21, 2016