It kind of annoyed me.
Not because I couldn't use the treadmill. I don't run on Tuesday nights.
I just don't want her using my stuff.
Probably left a coat of orange all over it.
Sigh. I know I'm just being silly. She'd only leave a coat of orange on my machine if she spray-fake-baked. I think she actually destroys her skin instead.
Probably shed her diseased skin all over it.
Eww. Hopefully, the Y's disinfectant will take care of that.
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Sir Fancy desires to express his condolences on your current predicament involving the treadmill and a certain orange lady. He hopes that you do not turn orange as a result although you would then appear carrot-like in which case Sir Fancy sees no flaw as carrots are the epitome of perfection.
Pale is the new sexy..
@braves: Thank Sir Fancy for his condolences.
@Fern: Damn straight.
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