My Neighbor's Muscle
My neighbor showed me his muscle while we were on the way to see Aimee Mann at the Museum of Art (which incidentally was an excellent show). It was quite an impressive bulge, and he even let me touch it when I tentatively asked him if I could. It was his bicep (what?...) and it was an honest to goodness Popeye-why-I-oughtta bicep. He achieved it from about five months worth of early morning workouts at the Y, and it's inspiring me to consider thinking about possibly joining so I can counteract the effects of being over 40 and liking my food and drink a little too much.
In other news, what does the following list make you think of?:
10 marks if you said fireworks (as purchased for my spawn for Independance Day) - the rest of you give me ten and take a cold shower
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I was thinking nicknames you've given your hoo-hoo. I'm going to go take a cold shower now . . .
You know very well her name is Miss Haversham
Oh, now I understand what your ex-boyfriend meant when he kept referring to his friend "Tiny Tim."
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