No Pyrenees for me. I'm too slow, too much dead weight. I may be slow but I can read between the lines as well as the next schmoe. It's not you, it's me? I'll admit I take a perverse pleasure in making anyone who goes there feel ridiculous for going there. I'll be the first to tell you I can't, until someone else does. Next time you see this Biggest Loser, she will be a frickin' superstar. Here's to the Patron Saint of Mediocrity....
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