I went for a walk (Batan death march), with my pal (overseer/master) Craig (next time it will be a run walk). I am hoping that with additional days spent working out I can accelerate my weight loss. I ate at subway today too, and the guy behind the counter asked me how much weight I had lost. Excitedly, I told him "34 pounds!", I smiled sheepishly, abashedly basking in my glory. I deserved to enjoy this moment in the sun. I had worked hard for it.
Then he struck! I don't know his name. Maybe you do. We have all seen or heard him before. It's the dreaded Thunder-stealer-man. Native American legends tell of this mysterious being who swoops down from the shadows and steals the thunder before it goes boom. Apparently these stories are not just myths...they are true. I have seen him. I have suffered at his glory thieving hands. These stories of his wickedness are all true. With but one exception.....One cannot steal some one's thunder physically. No that's not really possible. Their would be a slight flash, or echo, or low roar left over as the thunder was taken away. This would of course type off the authorities or concerned parties. No, that just wouldn't do. Not for Thunder Stealer Man! What this villain does is far more sinister. He drowns out the thunder of others, by overshadowing it, with his own thunder....AND TH ATS WHAT HE DID TO ME TODAY! I said I had lost 34 pounds he said he had lost 36! Then as if to add salt to injury, he said his wife had lost 35! It was just loud enough to displace my accomplishments with his 36, but to taunt me with his wife's 35! Unbearable, in public of course, and in my favorite subway store! That's how they do you...the THUNDER STEALER Man's of the world. You did something, they did something plus 1. You have a hard luck story, theirs is just that much worse. So after he stole my thunder I said congratulations, and ate my sandwich in the corner. Momentarily deafened by his 36 pound thunder, with wifey's 35 pound aftershock booms. I ate my sandwich, thunderstruck. The coveted Chicken teriyaki foot long, didn't taste as good as it usually did.
Then he struck! I don't know his name. Maybe you do. We have all seen or heard him before. It's the dreaded Thunder-stealer-man. Native American legends tell of this mysterious being who swoops down from the shadows and steals the thunder before it goes boom. Apparently these stories are not just myths...they are true. I have seen him. I have suffered at his glory thieving hands. These stories of his wickedness are all true. With but one exception.....One cannot steal some one's thunder physically. No that's not really possible. Their would be a slight flash, or echo, or low roar left over as the thunder was taken away. This would of course type off the authorities or concerned parties. No, that just wouldn't do. Not for Thunder Stealer Man! What this villain does is far more sinister. He drowns out the thunder of others, by overshadowing it, with his own thunder....AND TH ATS WHAT HE DID TO ME TODAY! I said I had lost 34 pounds he said he had lost 36! Then as if to add salt to injury, he said his wife had lost 35! It was just loud enough to displace my accomplishments with his 36, but to taunt me with his wife's 35! Unbearable, in public of course, and in my favorite subway store! That's how they do you...the THUNDER STEALER Man's of the world. You did something, they did something plus 1. You have a hard luck story, theirs is just that much worse. So after he stole my thunder I said congratulations, and ate my sandwich in the corner. Momentarily deafened by his 36 pound thunder, with wifey's 35 pound aftershock booms. I ate my sandwich, thunderstruck. The coveted Chicken teriyaki foot long, didn't taste as good as it usually did.
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