“I am madly, passionately, romantically in love with you in a heraldic Patagonian 19th Century way.”
Said Ramon as we warmed up on the trail.
“Ramon I know it’s the new era but people might think you are gay. I mean just because you’ve never touched a female, you think girls are ‘icky’ and you’ve only ever been physically and romantically involved with males.”
I said as Ramon prepared to run shirtless in his creepy runner-Speedos.
As we ran, I desperately tried for speed but I couldn’t get below a four minute half.
“I wish to Covfefe you deep in your Covfefe and then fill you with my hot Covfefe.”
Quod Ramon as we hit a lame 8:59 mile.
“Ramon you’ve said many inappropriate things but to say ‘Covfefe’ in public? What if my readers see this? They are very proper almost prudish and quite sensitive to *hot* man on man action or Catfish on Covfefe.”
I said, as we hit an OK 19:24 two mile on the old train bridge.
“But to show my love, I wish to stretch your Covfefe with my exploding Catfish.”
Stated Ramon emphatically.
“Look we just made 29:52 three mile we can get under 31:00 for the 5k mark. But don’t try to touch my Covfefe with your rotting Catfish.”
I scolded the overly muscular Patagonian.
“I am overwhelmed by your great beauty, Yon’ Botendaddy.”
I was convinced that Ramon was either blind or insane. Either that or in Patagonia, I am considered excessively attractive.
Our four mile time was under 41:00 which for me is pretty good.
“Mira, let us go to your hot tub to unwind and perhaps Covfefe?”
“Iced Vanilla Latte with Nutmeg?”
Peace be the Botendaddy