ULTRAMARATHON RUNNER CAUGHT CHEATING BY HIDING IN PORT-A-POTTIES
Maybe he was pooped.
Maybe he was pooped.
No steering wheels, no gas or brake pedals.
A new official breed.
You can sing product names to the tune of Eleanor Rigby.
You will comply.
This time, driving west.
All aboard the “Holy Ship!” Party Cruise!
Don’t be embarrassed, pal.
Now there’s a jingle.