One of my building's maintenance guys was doing some work in the gym this afternoon and started whistling "Camptown Races" as I was running on the treadmill.
I'm not sure if he was just happy in his work or calling me a horse.
And if the latter, it wasn't Seabiscuit.
More like Entenmann's Chocolate Chip Pound Cake.
Mmm, Entenmann's.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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