t h e r e t u r n o f c h i c k e n l e g s A year of jogging hasn't done anything significant for your paper-white chicken legs. Best you keep 'em twigs in a pair of jogging pants when you run around the campus at the crack of dawn or play basketball with your dinky friends, so that the rest of the living world can stop laughing because it hurts already. A year hasn't changed anything at all. I still have better legs than you do. Maybe next year. We'll see. |
