While certainly not the street drug, the "crack" could be the beginning of something new, the split of my pants, or the demise of my angst-ridden mind. Which one am I serving up today? Read on. Feel free to comment, argue, dismiss, or inform. I welcome it all.
Sunday Funday . . .
Want to feel fat, out of shape, out of control, and otherwise mesmerized by the athletic prowess of a stranger? Sure you do. Watch this guy make all this look vaguely "doable" . . . if not "easy." Sickening (me, not him).