I went to the fitness center again today. Guess who was there.
Bobby.
Bobby, the boy who makes me come completely undone. (In a good way.)
Anyhow, since I was doing a nautilus workout I thought I'd impress Bobby with how much I could (or could barely) lift.
I was doing fine up until the point I tried to lift what seemed like a million pounds and hurt something in the general area of my, well, entire body I suppose.
So here I am, still achey and dateless. No man is worth a pulled muscle. I'm just sorry I had to learn it the heavy way.
Have a weightless day.
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