Ah the parallels of thought and kinetic motion. I've found yet more fun examples to share.
I read a post from a friend that he had returned to the gym after a long hiatus and enjoyed watching Die Hard 2 while working it on the treadmill. In my ever so Beavis inclination, I had to gut-chuckle, and say to myself... "huh, huh, he said 'HARD.'" After a subsequent momentary craving for cheetoes, I then pondered upon what might provide me such distractive joy in a similar experience. And I came up with a little something like this:
I have to give him props for the enthusiasm, however... 'Bout the only thing I can bear to watch while on a treadmill is a 5 minute episode of "When the HELL can I get off this thing?!" The End.
Personally, I vote for sex as the exercise of choice. But then again, if it's bad sex, then it goes right back to the rerun of "When the HELL can I get off this thing?!"
And now we return to the age-old question of who has the biggest cellular.
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