When Pigs Actually Fly

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have a great race...



...no, no. Please don't wait, I'm still carbo loading.

Comments

  1. maninthemoonherbsMay 3, 2009 at 5:30 AM

    Flying pigs are my favorite- been collecting them for years- but what does that say about the runners?

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  2. debraMay 3, 2009 at 5:36 AM

    So when it's done, they can say that the swine flew?

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  3. UnknownMay 3, 2009 at 6:01 AM

    excellent:>) I'll let you know if the newscasters are as witty. I'm betting they're not.

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  4. Rosaria WilliamsMay 3, 2009 at 6:59 AM

    Hey, you know how to party too.

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  5. RudeeMay 3, 2009 at 8:02 AM

    Debra-LOLOLOL. Very good!

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  6. jackc50May 3, 2009 at 8:08 AM

    mmmmmmm...bacon. enjoy your sunday, jack c

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  7. aimsMay 3, 2009 at 10:13 AM

    I personally don't understand this need - but if it does it for you - than go for it. May the best person win.

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  8. Erin DavisMay 3, 2009 at 10:31 AM

    We're having our big Bloomsday race here in Spokane. My son is doing it, but I am much better at carb loading than I am at actually running, so I'm staying home.

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  9. K.May 3, 2009 at 11:05 AM

    the carbo loading sounds more fun, for sure...

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  10. dsMay 3, 2009 at 12:20 PM

    Bring on the carbs...

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  11. AnonymousMay 3, 2009 at 5:16 PM

    thanks, you made me laugh (ah, the carbo loading!) And so did your commentors!

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  12. Deanna Bland Hiott PhD, MSN, RNMay 3, 2009 at 9:24 PM

    Good job, Debra, swine flew!!! I'm with Distracted and Kirti though, I think I prefer carbo loading...that is a race I could finish!
    P.S. Thanks for the visit and encouragement; I'm humbled. :)

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  13. KathleenMay 3, 2009 at 10:18 PM

    The Flying Novel H1N1 race just wouldn't have the same ring now would it?

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  14. UnknownMay 4, 2009 at 6:16 AM

    And Debra, I heard NOT ONE newscaster say the swine flew at the race and I listened to the 6pm AND 11pm broadcasts. You are truly a comic genius:>)

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