I hate going to the gym, I may be wearing a chastity belt but there is a limit to my masochism. One day, the ever playful universe threw a prank on me. I came home and Lo and Behold! There it was! Sitting like a grinning maniac on the clear side of our already cramped apartment- the home gym equipment, complete with squat boards and whatnots. I immediately gave my customary smirk and examined the evil with the same fondness of Count Dracula to garlic, Did I ever tell you I sometimes act cinematically? I looked up and muttered under my breath " Nice try, If you cant bring me to the gym, Let the gym invade my living space!" I would have looked as if I was talking directly to heaven making it all the more cinematic if the ceiling wasnt too low it was almost touching the tip of my nose, instead, it rendered me the look of someone who was preventing his nose from hemmorhaging and spilling his brains out.
Upon thoroughly examining the invader,I positioned myself and laid flat onto the board.
I woke up just in time for dinner.
