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I never thought I \'d admit it publicly, but I tried to be a roller coaster many years ago.
In my long list of attempts to maintain weight, roller skating briefly appeared in late 1980.
When I was a teenager it just took off as a sport and I bought myself a pair
See a cool guy turn around nearby on the route skates.
I think, once I get back in shape, I\'ll get into the red shir.
May wish to give you a treat.
That\'s how I roll.
Instead, I found that blading (
Or is the abbreviation cool \"rolling \"? )
More challenging than expected. I had roller-
Experience the ice rink spinning on the floor in a place known as the Zodiac
When I was a teenager, I went out to play.
But it was a very smooth floor with disco music on it, usually Diana Rose.
Now I have the song \"upside down\" in my head.
If you do the same now, you are welcome!
Roller skating on the street is very different. Even smooth-
The road is not so smooth.
I slipped awkwardly on the sidewalk to the bottom of the street (downhill)then back up (uphill)and I was done.
For me, the rollerblade fashion is over.
Anyway, I\'m still moving on.
Bigger and better.
After several failed attempts, I got a license to drive a motor vehicle.
I also envision myself driving around the neighborhood in my mom\'s Toyota or dad\'s pickup truck.
If I\'m in a good shape, maybe I\'ll play Red shir.
Cars are definitely our first choice.
The way to go anywhere means that there are all sorts of people on the road, including many who shouldn\'t even have a licence to run dry ice.
They are always doing weird things like changing lanes without a signal, stopping for no obvious reason, or not even stopping for a very obvious reason like a red one
I \'ve been doing this kind of driving for a long time, so my advice is to make sure to be vigilant and defensive. Trust no one. Stay focused.
No matter what you do, wear gloves when driving in winter.
I never felt more stupid than wearing gloves when I tried to flip the bird.
If I had to go not far, I was happy to park my car there.
I didn\'t mind walking, and I became a jogger again in order to lose weight.
It\'s not easy for me.
I have always been a \"sports player\" meaning playing hockey in winter and baseball in summer.
In my opinion, jogging is like what you do if you are chasing something (
Such as woolly elephant or itchy --Me-Elmo)
Or if you\'re being chased by something (
Like a grizzly bear or someone who saw your last itchMe-
Toy \"R\" Elmo on American shelves).
I think there is only one requirement as a \"jogger --jog.
Or, in my case, in a little-faster-than-walking pace. I semi-
I used to tie my shoe strings and do my jogging, but I don\'t think the community accepted me completely.
I thought the relationship between our joggers was good soon.
We are all doing a very stupid thing. we all look very stupid to do it.
Even if you don\'t wear skin
Tight Leka or shoes with five toe slots, we still look a bit silly.
As part of this stupid club, I feel OK and even expect that I should admit him or her when I see a runner companion.
So when I become a jogger, I use a rather passionate \"hell-o! \" and a wave.
The first jogger won\'t admit me.
There is no second one.
I use two words of calm and calm to ease my greetings. finger wave. Nothing.
I try to nod my head. No eye contact.
What happened here?
When I was driving Honda Civic, other civic drivers waved to me.
Now, can\'t I even get a nod from the idiot in the Leka pants?
Now, when I pass another jogger, I pretend to focus on adjusting my headphones or checking my speed on the fitness tracker.
In fact, I tried to cover up my refusal.
If my body is good enough, maybe I can cover up my refusal without wearing a coat.
Brown can reach Chuck Brown. chuck@gmail. com.
Brown can reach Chuck Brown. chuck@gmail. com .
I never thought I \'d admit it publicly, but I tried to be a roller coaster many years ago.
In my long list of attempts to maintain weight, roller skating briefly appeared in late 1980.
When I was a teenager it just took off as a sport and I bought myself a pair
See a cool guy turn around nearby on the route skates.
I think, once I get back in shape, I\'ll get into the red shir.
May wish to give you a treat.
That\'s how I roll.
Instead, I found that blading (
Or is the abbreviation cool \"rolling \"? )
More challenging than expected. I had roller-
Experience the ice rink spinning on the floor in a place known as the Zodiac
When I was a teenager, I went out to play.
But it was a very smooth floor with disco music on it, usually Diana Rose.
Now I have the song \"upside down\" in my head.
If you do the same now, you are welcome!
Roller skating on the street is very different. Even smooth-
The road is not so smooth.
I slipped awkwardly on the sidewalk to the bottom of the street (downhill)then back up (uphill)and I was done.
For me, the rollerblade fashion is over.
Anyway, I\'m still moving on.
Bigger and better.
After several failed attempts, I got a license to drive a motor vehicle.
I also envision myself driving around the neighborhood in my mom\'s Toyota or dad\'s pickup truck.
If I\'m in a good shape, maybe I\'ll play Red shir.
Cars are definitely our first choice.
The way to go anywhere means that there are all sorts of people on the road, including many who shouldn\'t even have a licence to run dry ice.
They are always doing weird things like changing lanes without a signal, stopping for no obvious reason, or not even stopping for a very obvious reason like a red one
I \'ve been doing this kind of driving for a long time, so my advice is to make sure to be vigilant and defensive. Trust no one. Stay focused.
No matter what you do, wear gloves when driving in winter.
I never felt more stupid than wearing gloves when I tried to flip the bird.
If I had to go not far, I was happy to park my car there.
I didn\'t mind walking, and I became a jogger again in order to lose weight.
It\'s not easy for me.
I have always been a \"sports player\" meaning playing hockey in winter and baseball in summer.
In my opinion, jogging is like what you do if you are chasing something (
Such as woolly elephant or itchy --Me-Elmo)
Or if you\'re being chased by something (
Like a grizzly bear or someone who saw your last itchMe-
Toy \"R\" Elmo on American shelves).
I think there is only one requirement as a \"jogger --jog.
Or, in my case, in a little-faster-than-walking pace. I semi-
I used to tie my shoe strings and do my jogging, but I don\'t think the community accepted me completely.
I thought the relationship between our joggers was good soon.
We are all doing a very stupid thing. we all look very stupid to do it.
Even if you don\'t wear skin
Tight Leka or shoes with five toe slots, we still look a bit silly.
As part of this stupid club, I feel OK and even expect that I should admit him or her when I see a runner companion.
So when I become a jogger, I use a rather passionate \"hell-o! \" and a wave.
The first jogger won\'t admit me.
There is no second one.
I use two words of calm and calm to ease my greetings. finger wave. Nothing.
I try to nod my head. No eye contact.
What happened here?
When I was driving Honda Civic, other civic drivers waved to me.
Now, can\'t I even get a nod from the idiot in the Leka pants?
Now, when I pass another jogger, I pretend to focus on adjusting my headphones or checking my speed on the fitness tracker.
In fact, I tried to cover up my refusal.
If my body is good enough, maybe I can cover up my refusal without wearing a coat.
Brown can reach Chuck Brown. chuck@gmail. com.
Brown can reach Chuck Brown. chuck@gmail. com .
I never thought I \'d admit it publicly, but I tried to be a roller coaster many years ago.
In my long list of attempts to maintain weight, roller skating briefly appeared in late 1980.
When I was a teenager it just took off as a sport and I bought myself a pair
See a cool guy turn around nearby on the route skates.
I think, once I get back in shape, I\'ll get into the red shir.
May wish to give you a treat.
That\'s how I roll.
Instead, I found that blading (
Or is the abbreviation cool \"rolling \"? )
More challenging than expected. I had roller-
Experience the ice rink spinning on the floor in a place known as the Zodiac
When I was a teenager, I went out to play.
But it was a very smooth floor with disco music on it, usually Diana Rose.
Now I have the song \"upside down\" in my head.
If you do the same now, you are welcome!
Roller skating on the street is very different. Even smooth-
The road is not so smooth.
I slipped awkwardly on the sidewalk to the bottom of the street (downhill)then back up (uphill)and I was done.
For me, the rollerblade fashion is over.
Anyway, I\'m still moving on.
Bigger and better.
After several failed attempts, I got a license to drive a motor vehicle.
I also envision myself driving around the neighborhood in my mom\'s Toyota or dad\'s pickup truck.
If I\'m in a good shape, maybe I\'ll play Red shir.
Cars are definitely our first choice.
The way to go anywhere means that there are all sorts of people on the road, including many who shouldn\'t even have a licence to run dry ice.
They are always doing weird things like changing lanes without a signal, stopping for no obvious reason, or not even stopping for a very obvious reason like a red one
I \'ve been doing this kind of driving for a long time, so my advice is to make sure to be vigilant and defensive. Trust no one. Stay focused.
No matter what you do, wear gloves when driving in winter.
I never felt more stupid than wearing gloves when I tried to flip the bird.
If I had to go not far, I was happy to park my car there.
I didn\'t mind walking, and I became a jogger again in order to lose weight.
It\'s not easy for me.
I have always been a \"sports player\" meaning playing hockey in winter and baseball in summer.
In my opinion, jogging is like what you do if you are chasing something (
Such as woolly elephant or itchy --Me-Elmo)
Or if you\'re being chased by something (
Like a grizzly bear or someone who saw your last itchMe-
Toy \"R\" Elmo on American shelves).
I think there is only one requirement as a \"jogger --jog.
Or, in my case, in a little-faster-than-walking pace. I semi-
I used to tie my shoe strings and do my jogging, but I don\'t think the community accepted me completely.
I thought the relationship between our joggers was good soon.
We are all doing a very stupid thing. we all look very stupid to do it.
Even if you don\'t wear skin
Tight Leka or shoes with five toe slots, we still look a bit silly.
As part of this stupid club, I feel OK and even expect that I should admit him or her when I see a runner companion.
So when I become a jogger, I use a rather passionate \"hell-o! \" and a wave.
The first jogger won\'t admit me.
There is no second one.
I use two words of calm and calm to ease my greetings. finger wave. Nothing.
I try to nod my head. No eye contact.
What happened here?
When I was driving Honda Civic, other civic drivers waved to me.
Now, can\'t I even get a nod from the idiot in the Leka pants?
Now, when I pass another jogger, I pretend to focus on adjusting my headphones or checking my speed on the fitness tracker.
In fact, I tried to cover up my refusal.
If my body is good enough, maybe I can cover up my refusal without wearing a coat.
Brown can reach Chuck Brown. chuck@gmail. com.
Brown can reach Chuck Brown. chuck@gmail. com .