so i walked into the office this afternoon, sat down and i saw that there was a voicemail on my phone. so i listened to it. and i laughed. and laughed. and frickin' cracked up. it was from a guy who wanted to place an ad of some sort in the magazine that i work for. turns out that the name of his little organization is called, i swear,
the park forest running and pancake club.

the fucking park forest running and pancake club.