I was out for a run tonight (surprise, surprise) and I began to feel sad. I was running on a fairly busy street at around 6 pm and I couldn't believe how many cars were on the road. Were all these people just getting home from work? Were all these people just driving around? All I know is that a ton of gasoline was getting burned by people driving around at 6 pm. I then imagined that all of these folks went home and ate Kentucky Fried Chicken and they all had chubby cheeks and chubby butts to match. I then started to giggle, just because the name Chubby Butts sounds so close to a '50's rocker...

Then I went to the gym. Mega Chubby Butts. Everywhere. And a guy wearing a shirt with holes in the back. I'm ok with the chubby butts. At least these people are working on it. But the guy wearing a shirt with multiple holes? Even worse, this is the second dork I've seen in the same predicament. Freakin' ridiculous. I have something like 1000 T-shirts. Maybe I'll bring them to the gym and hand them out to these folks.

Obviously, my mind was working overtime due to the very cold weather tonight (13 degrees F at the start of my run). Both of these things happen quite a bit in Minnesota. Cold weather and minds working overtime. I think that maybe Atmosphere has a song about that.