At the Gym
At the gym, playing “what’s that smell?”
I gave blood today and still came to the gym. Because I don’t need platelets to have a good time.
I think it would be really creepy if I listened to Yanni at the gym.
The woman using the green balance ball has a disproportionately large butt, which makes me suspect that she has implants.
Would it be creepier to listen to Dionne Warwick at the gym?
Upon further investigation, I’ve determined that that smell is me.
Here is what I’ve decided: It’s creepiest to listen to Yanni while working out and Dionne Warwick while killing people in my basement if I were a serial killer.