Manly Pastimes
by Scott Hardie on March 23, 2008
"So what did you do this weekend?"
"I went drag racing."
"Really? I didn't know you were into that."
"Yeah, it's fun. But it's really hard to run in high heels."
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The creator of Funeratic, Scott Hardie, blogs about running this site, losing weight, and other passions including his wife Kelly, his friends, movies, gaming, and Florida. Read more »
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