According to the website LetsRun.com, however, “Prior to joining [FPU’s] women’s team this season, Telfer was a mediocre D-II athlete who never came close to making it to nationals in the men’s category. In 2016 and 2017, Telfer ranked 200th and 390th, respectively, among D-II men” before sitting out the 2018 season.
That’s right… 2016, 200th…2017, 390th…2018, transitions to “woman”… 2019, National Champion.
Here she is:
Dig into that one and you’ll see the pictures of the guy attacked. Awful stuff. And even though the dog owner is a Marine, I think this emotional support animal stuff is going too far. The dog weighed fifty pounds and was sitting in the Marine’s lap. Also the Marine was in the center seat!
I’m not surprised.
Florida of course.
In regard to her fainting spell today: Hillary should come to her senses Andropov the ticket.
That line was stolen, without any shame from the comments over at Sailer’s place.
The Felon…
We went out for dinner tonight. Mrs. WhiteRock and I, the Ace, the Deuce, and my parents. We went to Cold Beer Company.
My father had two beers. He doesn’t drink much these days. Two Miller Lites is a big night.
He told a story about going from Chicago to Lake Geneva, Wisconsin for the weekend. He said he was about 20 and that there were he and five friends. He said that Bob Tarpley (RIP) was the ring leader. They checked into a motel in the town of Lake Geneva. They drove to the other side of Geneva Lake to Fontana to go to some bar.
My dad said, in front of my mother, that they went over to Fontana to look for girls.
He also said they had a big time.
When last call was over, and the lights came up, it was my dad and Tom Whitaker (RIP). The other four could not be found. My dad and Tom figured that they had been left behind. They sat on the curb outside the bar and wondered what they could or should do. The lights went out at the bar and the parking lot. They were sitting in the dark. They were there in Fontana on the shore of Geneva Lake with no way home and no way to get a ride. The town of Lake Geneva was about 12 miles across the length of the lake.
My dad says they looked out at the water and saw a dozen boats tied up to mooring buoys. He said he turned to Tom and said, “We could take a boat.”
Tom said, “Which one?”
My dad said, “There’s a Chris-Craft.”
So they swam out past all the little fishing boats with the 5hp outboards and reached the Chris-Craft tied up to a mooring with a cover on it. My dad says he reached under the mooring cover and could feel the keys in the ignition. He says they climbed aboard and threw the mooring cover into the water. They untied from the buoy and started the engine.
They took that boat to the other side of the lake.
Worried that they might get caught, they ran it aground about a half mile from their motel and walked the rest of the way.
He told the story in front of the Ace and Deuce!
Mrs. WhiteRock was not happy. Especially since the rest of us were laughing so hard.
My favorite part is that they threw the mooring cover into the lake. They didn’t just stuff in the back of the boat… They left it behind!
This thing is huge!
I wonder if the perspective is faked and the thing is not really that big.
https://twitter.com/GarethSoye/status/702950965478088704
Posted before, but oddly compelling.
Go read the whole post and the comments. David has a really wonderful little community over there.
Apparently drag queens are not really transgender.
People are so effed up. And who has the time to sort through the differences between drag queens and man-to-woman transgenders?
I confess to a giggle or two while reading the article.