Tuesday, April 6, 2010

I can't believe I forgot to mention...

Dear Mr. Fitness Man:
Don't worry. I see you. You in your cut off tshirt with the name of your gym across the front. You carrying your gym bag and wearing adidas running pants. You and your shiny white sneakers.

Mr. Fitness Man. I see you are trying to flex your biceps as you walk past. That's ok, but that's not the distraction. The distraction, my dear sir, is that you just spit in front of me.

That really grosses me out. It doesn't make you more manly, or cool. It spreads diseases and your mother would be ashamed of you.


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