La La La. . . just thought I’d be silly and give unto you rememberances of Chunder. Chug + Thunder = Chunder. Not quite sure why, but it’s your basic “chug a beer, run a mile” x (4 miles + run-ending beer chug) for the guys and x(3 miles + run-ending beer chug) for the ladies. And man you never did see so much clear puke. How lovely. Why the cross-country runners (and even some tracksters) submit themselves to this torture I will never know, b/c I hate the taste of beer in the first place, so I could never chug it let alone run three miles with it in my stomach (but I guess that’s the point). Hmm. Okay, gonna get that clliques page done now. . .
