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Originally Posted by Leon
I have had lunch with Frank. I don't think he could eat more than 60 hot dogs in 10 minutes. (on a good day!!)
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Leon,
You know full well that we ran out of esophageal lubricant (mustard) that day.
When your spouse tells you to "take a hike", they are merely encouraging your pedestrian training.
I refer to my spouse as a NASCAR driver. Even though she has never driven a car with a large number on it, she always wins the race to the next exit.
My Olympic career started and ended in the "Windy City" in 1972.
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Hanging over the gunnel (also called hiking) of one of these puppies for two hours is not for the faint of heart either.
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The reward for my participation was multifunctional. Not only did I become equipped for cleaning fishing, but it also was a useful deterrent for my pedestrian training in Chicago and it also came in handy for opening beer bottles before the days of twist off caps. I never used it to spread the mustard, but I could have.