The alarm clock dropped a 5:30 am bomb... Luckily the drive to the gym was a straight mile from the house. It would've been hard to explain to the cops why I was driving with one eye caked in sleep and a bad knock off hair style circa Flock of Seagulls.
After a facilty raising 55 minute spin class, my lungs were drowning in flim and the fat thigh rub caused my club exit to be anything but a saunter. Where the freak is my egg whites and dry toast!
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