Today I braved the elements and headed to the gym to walk off some of the extra calories consumed during this blizzard. I found myself walking on the track behind a woman whose shorts were probably all of three inches long. To be fair, she was in great shape. But she was also older than me and holding hands with a man old enough to be her father.
Lady, nobody wants to see your butt cheeks. Cover 'em up and take Daddy home for a private workout.
2 comments:
I'm with you on this one. The SAME thing happened to me today. Only difference is that MY lady was NOT in great shape. Her dimples had dimples. It was like a train wreck I couldn't look away from, and the jiggling was quite mesmerizing.
On a side note, I completely realize wholeheartedly that the fact my countdown to see you in APRIL has already begun is completely pathological. And I do not apologize.
Oh, that's sweet. And sort of alarming. But mostly sweet.
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