I may have been a centaur in my past life

So after a day o' freaking out yesterday, I think it's out of my system. I also think I'll never start the day again by checking out weather conditions for my race city. No amount of coffee makes a less-than-ideal forecast any easier to deal with. I pouted, I felt despair, I made my day longer than need be and I made my run rougher than it needed to be. I cried, I iced, I refueled, I tiger-balmed and then I re-watched a couple episodes of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.
I'm better now.

And because that show cracks me up, here's some of The Gang's best stuff...

Charlie: Why don't I strap on my job helmet and squeeze down into a job cannon and fire off into Jobland where jobs grow on little jobbies.
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Mac: I'm so hard that people are scared of me and they should be. 'Cause I'll explode all over them.
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Dee: [to Charlie and Frank]: What are you guys looking at?
Frank: Garbage Pail Kids. Heathen Steven, Classic!
Dee: Are those the stupid cards where babies are doing disgusting things?
Charlie: No, Dee. These are those amazing cards where babies are doing hysterical things...
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Mac: It's not a jacket, it's a duster. It's like a jacket, only it's longer, thicker, and far more bad ass. I look like Lorenzo Lamas and women find it irresistible.
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Dee: Mac, I'm gonna stop you right here. First of all, your breath smells like an old lady fart passing through an onion.
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[Frank and Charlie are tripping on acid. Charlie is wearing a green suit that covers his head and body]
Charlie: ...wait wait! When the hell did I put Green Man on?!
Frank: [referring to Charlie] That lizard talks!
Charlie: Where, where?! I don't like lizards!
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Frank: [to Charlie] Lizard, am I standing in poop?
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Charlie: Because I cut the brakes! Wildcard Bitches! YEEE HAW!
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