The rules with this so called "race" is that the first person to cross the finish line is in fact the biggest loser of all! So needless to say, come March or April next year, you should keep your eyes peeled for this shit cause it's a day filled with booze, boobs, big banana hammocks, bird brains, bilbo bagins, and barnacle betches!
Your glasses are fay-mus?
ps Hope you're not reading the weird shit on here but just in case, Happy Birthday Mom! (I almost feel like I'm saying "Hi Mom!" in this video clip, weird ha)