Apparently, Fidel is recovering so nicely, that he is almost jogging. WOW! I thought Lazarus beat the odds!
So, if Fidel is just about ready to go jogging, what else can he do? You tell me. Personally, I think Fidel will be joining Che for a long, hot sauna in the deepest reaches of the lovely resort, Lake of Fire, located in the Pit of Hell. But, I tend to use my imagination too much.
I'll post the winners Sunday night..really, really late.
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Fidel can win a staring contest with a cat.
(All it takes is a couple of toothpicks for his eyelids.)
HA! (BTW...I just had a really funny, yet gross thought thanks to Poe's "The Black Cat." It's available e-text, style.)
Jogging? Ha! Fidel keeps in shape by beating dissidents with a lead pipe. He does 60 minutes a day--30 with each hand.
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