Thanks, but no Thanks
Aside from making a requested second jab at VP pick Palin, I am compelled to clarify that my mention of “jogging” in the previous was post was actually a metaphor for sitting on my butt and eating chocolate bars slathered in peanut butter and then chugging whole milk (purchased for Silas, yeah right) out of the carton.
I meant “jogging” in the broadest sense of the word.
Good night.
