Hahaha, farts eh
I eat richly fart-brewing muesli most mornings and by mid-afternoon, when I reach the gym, I'm ready to share the luurrrve.

Most of the best free weights will by then have been dragged off to the grunt arena at the far end, where Neanderthals strain and preen before the wall-to-wall mirrors.

I wander over, in an innocent search of the missing weights, passing wind in the faces of the grunts doing their press-ups and pikes. I especially enjoy crop-dusting the bench pressers, just as they take that all-important last deep breath before the lift.

Ah, life is sweet. I love the gym and d'you know, I'm getting so much fitter!
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Tue 31 Aug 2010, 14:23, Reply)