It's embarrassing, I sweat like a mammoth, presuming that mammoths sweated, of course. While on the stair machine, the water just flows off me freely. I've always been like that. Not for me the faint glow and dainty dabs, nope.
Found a t-shirt Eduard left at my place. God he had that annoying habit of leaving his shit there, which only necessited my collecting it all and returning it. Well, he ain't getting this one back; I've decided to use it as my paint rag. If he asks about it, I haven't seen it. Just as well, he's got a t-shirt of mine and a book that he never returned, chump. He didn't even like the book.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 3:57 PM
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