Much as I love Bawlmer, I'm just not buying it. I ran 3.5 miles Sunday and 2.5 on Saturday, but I also drank 2 litres of wine, three scotches, and ate a half a pizza pie from Pasta Mista in one sitting over the weekend, not to mention puffing some good greenery over Yahtzee's place.
I think I'm pretty 'fit' for Bawlmer--and I ain't healthy. Shit, the second-hand smoke at the New Haven Lounge on Saturday alone was enough to ruin me.
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