Sunday, February 7, 2010

chapter twenty seven: x and some milk

nothing used to get the day started better than a cup of tea, a bowl of yogurt and granola, and the ladies of the view spewing about their dirty, filthy sex lives. over the last month, i've learned another shocking piece of valuable information. there is one more ingredient that will better your daily performance. 45 minutes of x, and you're ready to tanto that. hey tanto, jump on it, jump on it.

drove my honda to the gym today, and got there in six minutes. and when i say honda i obviously mean my new running shoes. this stuff works people, i don't even have a car and i'm walking so fast, it's like i'm going to win a prize or something. maybe it's that i feel like i'm always in some sort of race. on your mark, ready set let's go. and just like that i'm off shaking my tail feather all the way over the cambie street bridge.

hold the presses everybody. after a long and exhausting search through all the spectacular ab jams we've done throughout the course of the last month. i have, most certainly, found the funnest ab workout, this side of russell simmons sequined booty shorts. (yes i did just make the word 'funnest' up. i felt with any other word selection, the gravity of the situation would be down-played) this is all you'll need to play abs: one friend and a big ball. turn up the music and you'll be laughing in no time.

there is something i feel like i should also mention, as a safety precaution. only if you're interested in remaining at the top of your game. don't do too many bicep curls, or else you might not get a date. i'm just saying. men like to have bigger biceps than you. take it from madonna, she speaks from experience.

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