Do you mind if I quote this in my letter to NYC Parks?
Hey Sheldon! There might be a place for you after all! Try out Chelsea, there is a non-descript walk up on 19th street near 9th avenue that the 10th precinct keeps breaking up illegal homo sex romps. It was in the westside rag and locals in the area know of it. Maybe you can find your Johnny Cakes there! He’ll make you those cupcakes you always wanted!
Go right ahead Sheldon. You add whatever you want to! Go get ‘em Freehole!
Sheldon you son of a bitch look what you did! That wasn’t Mark! You could have blinded this woman, look at how fucked up her left eye is! Save your facial cim shots for your young male twink suitors like your main man Mark! God damn you! Look at her crooked eye!
Says the 40 something year old who has never been laid...ever.
You CIMMMMMMMMMED in this poor woman’s eye! Look 👀 her left eye is broken! That wasn’t a man! You CIMMMMMMMMMED on the wrong face!
Lol you don’t even know my first name, I’m sure. What would you know? I’ll give you a hint - NYC is like a game world since there are so many people here and coming and going. They literally spawn in and out of existence. You figure it out.
If I hold down 5:50 pace on Saturday I’ll go by the 26 mile and 385 yard mark in roughly 2:30ish on my way to 30 miles. The race is 30 miles. It’s basically a standard distance marathon with a 4 mile gut check at the end.
Sheldon would make rookie mistake and not learn from them.
Like not being able to construct a proper sentence at your advanced age?
