So here’s the thing: Hey joggers, thanks for making me feel like shit when I’m in traffic and you going strolling by in your stupid sexy bodies and ear buds all happy and shit!! Why don’t you stay home and just run in place so I don’t have to be reminded that the only exorcise I get is carrying my twelve packs of Pepsi up six stairs when I get home. You might be thinking “Don’t blame me because you look like shit naked and lose your breath putting on your shoes in the morning” Well who the hell am I supposed to blame, me? That’s just crazy talk. I’d much rather blame the joggers and their florescent little shorts and stupid sunglasses. Typing makes me hungry.