Thursday, Gym in the morning. Note to self, don't go to gym on Tuesday/Thursday morning as the steam room/sauna doesn't open until 1:30. They have it on a sign but I stopped reading as soon as I got muscles.
Did I tell you about my muscles?
People are getting out of my way at the gym, lemme tell you...if they don't budge I bench press them AND the machine....Nobody kicks sand in my-face!!!!
Japan Called, I'm on standby for when Godzilla rises again...
It's true, I had to register my muscles with the Nelson Police Department as a deadly weapon...one of the cops spotted me in the gym and told me they weren't street legal anymore...
Did you hear about that kid that died after getting run over by the school bus? No? BECAUSE I SAVED HIM BY LIFTING THE SCHOOL BUS UP!!!!
When I saw the doctors about them they told me it was just muscles but then they all wanted to get their pictures taken with me. Naked.
...You can touch it if you want. It's called a "BICEP".
So I've picked up a part-time gig at the laundromat where I just stand against the wall and women come in to wash their knickers on my 6-pack...
You know, I derive very little satisfaction from going to the gym, the process. But - once it's over - I derive a great deal of pleasure telling my friends about it...Therein I think lies it's value.