Today I hate the New Year's Resolution crowds that infest my gym for the first six weeks of each year like a plague of locusts. Clueless, plush-bottomed locusts.
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In which our hero seeks to break the world record for the 24-hour inline skating time trial, and along the way expresses certain thoughts of the type that wander through a brain whose owner spends too much time skating alone.
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