All I Got Left is My THREAD BOMBS!

I'm probably gonna have a marathon tomorrow.

 

To a certain generation of us, A marathon means a chocolate bar with peanuts in.

 

I also think this.

 

To a tiny percentage, it's a town in Greece. To a tinier percentage, it's a star ship.

Perfect.

 

Some of us even remember when "Marathon" was the name of a chain of service stations.

 

I hear the word "Marathon" and I think:

Is it SAFE?

 

I'm old; it makes me think of Dustin Hoffman getting his teeth drilled.

 

Some of us also associate the word "marathon" with that enduring image of Paula Radcliffe relieving herself on the streets of London.

Some of us.

 

It's very safe.....

 

Nice, but he'd argue that he and his buddies are job creators.

 

That's what I meant!

 

That looks like a curly wurly
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curly_Wurly

 

So, there's a place in this world where I can still get a Marathon bar...

 

I don't think it can be, however similar it looks. That claims to be a Mars product, and Curly Wurly was/is definitely Cadbury.

 

You know, I find the double standard here interesting. We jumped down one person's throat for the conservative leaning images, but the liberal leaning ones are a-okay!