Silly story: my cousin in the UK just got engaged to a very sweet girl who I've not met but am FB friends with. A few days after the announcement she mentioned on FB that she was selling her cross trainer. I soooo badly wanted to comment something along the lines of 'so now you've nabbed a guy you don't need it anymore' - meant with heaps of IRONY and AFFECTION. But I don't think I 'know' her well enough. I hate a wasted opportunity for a joke ...
1. I don't want to tell you what to do or think, but frankly, she was over here wooing me last week. I do not think she can be trusted. and 2. You should read the bloggess' post today. I'm going to join one of those gyms where they have machines that work out for you.
Home workout machines are so funny. They come home with us, all hopeful and eager like a new puppy. The relationship starts out all fresh and new, spending regular time together, meeting every day or every other. With time, distance grows. Two days turns into five. You stop calling. Silence sets in until finally she's left standing there, holding a pile of your dirty laundry.
Before you try to jump back in the sack with her, at least take her out to dinner first. Probably someplace healthy. (She looks like that kind of girl.)
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Silly story: my cousin in the UK just got engaged to a very sweet girl who I've not met but am FB friends with. A few days after the announcement she mentioned on FB that she was selling her cross trainer. I soooo badly wanted to comment something along the lines of 'so now you've nabbed a guy you don't need it anymore' - meant with heaps of IRONY and AFFECTION. But I don't think I 'know' her well enough. I hate a wasted opportunity for a joke ...
But it's so lonely and misses you so much!
She has some pretty nice curves to her! I think I need to get into a relationship with one of those, to get rid of my curves!
You still keep her around though. What a tease.
I wish I had a treadmill
1. I don't want to tell you what to do or think, but frankly, she was over here wooing me last week. I do not think she can be trusted. and
2. You should read the bloggess' post today. I'm going to join one of those gyms where they have machines that work out for you.
Home workout machines are so funny. They come home with us, all hopeful and eager like a new puppy. The relationship starts out all fresh and new, spending regular time together, meeting every day or every other. With time, distance grows. Two days turns into five. You stop calling. Silence sets in until finally she's left standing there, holding a pile of your dirty laundry.
But yours looks cold, mine at least has clothes draped over it. It even sits in the TV room so it seems like it always has company.
Before you try to jump back in the sack with her, at least take her out to dinner first. Probably someplace healthy. (She looks like that kind of girl.)
I dated her once or twice but she gave me the run-around so I ditched her.
Someone already made the laundry joke. Damn. You could start drying jerky...
I took my treadmill of shame to the dump just today. Maybe the gulls and flies can use it.
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