This morning Greg and I were being awesome and "pumping some iron." While in the middle of maxing out on some bent over rows an older gentleman walked past us. His gait was quick but he managed to make his presence known . . . he dropped a STINKBOMB/Fart/Fluffy (or whatever you want to call it) right where we were working out and continued to walk right past us . . .not taking the smell with him. The smell was so potent we just about died - it was all we could do to not just drop our barbells and run for cover.
Monday, February 23, 2009
word to the wise
This morning Greg and I were being awesome and "pumping some iron." While in the middle of maxing out on some bent over rows an older gentleman walked past us. His gait was quick but he managed to make his presence known . . . he dropped a STINKBOMB/Fart/Fluffy (or whatever you want to call it) right where we were working out and continued to walk right past us . . .not taking the smell with him. The smell was so potent we just about died - it was all we could do to not just drop our barbells and run for cover.
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It was chemical warfare. I think he wanted to use the equipment we were on. All I can say is that he better watch his back in there.
That's the way man! Old fashioned HARD IRON!
Oh, he doesn't know what he's up against after Ross has a feast at Sweet Tomatoes.
nasty ...
that happened to me at my spin class at Gold's, except it was the girl biking ahead of me and there was no escape! there were no vacant bikes, so i just suffered through it :-(
one word: cropdusted.
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