Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I'm a man
Way past twenty-one

This morning, I went to the gym before work.

After my shower, I put on underwear, pants, socks, shoes and belt... but I had forgotten to bring a shirt.

The only shirt I had was my completely drenched t-shirt form the workout.

So, I proudly strolled out of there in my leather jacket with no shirt underneath.

All I needed were gold chains and a pinky ring.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

"Worst Burger
Chili’s Smokehouse Bacon Triple-The-Cheese Big Mouth Burger with Jalapeno Ranch Dressing
2,040 calories
150 g fat (53 g saturated)
110 g protein
4,900 mg sodium

You know this burger's in trouble when it takes more than 20 syllables just to identify it. If you think the name’s a mouthful, just wait until the burger hits the table. You’ll be face-to-face with two-and-a-half days' worth of fat—a full third of which is saturated. To do that much damage with roasted sirloin, you’d have to eat about eight 6-ounce steaks. (It’s nearly three days’ worth of saturated fat.)"

2:56 PM  
Blogger hotlipz said...

So I belong to this fancy tanning bed, that doesn't like to be called a tanning salon, but a spa. So I have the unlimited membership so I can come take advantage of all of the offerings as much as I like, that's just how I roll. So the other day I go in with the following plan: massage, hydrate (in this big awesome moisture pod thing) and then tan, all of which are done in the nude. Usually when I go into the massage room they leave me a robe so I don't have to redress and undress three different times. But this particular day no one gave me a robe. So after my massage I decide I'm too lazy to get back fully dressed just to walk into the next room and undress again so I just put on my wool trench coat that I had worn in and not a thing underneath. So I'm cruising around the "spa" in just a trench coat and I felt like the pink panther.

9:21 AM  
Anonymous Fred Shero said...

We have a new tanning salon right on 14th Street proper in Gotham.

The overhead must be so high that they hire kids to hawk coupons in front of the store.

"I'm getting too old for this (doo-doo)!"(Con Air Productions), was me retort before continuing onward.

5:19 PM  

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