Wednesday, March 14, 2012

oh my gluteous maximus

dude,
just reading that made me feel dehydrated.
and i have the attention span of a baby, so i do 15 minutes of fitness every full moon (pun). after that i'm pooped (pun). and my cheeks are all red (pun).  i butt you didn't see this coming. assholo mio!!

i'm kinda with the lady in your treadmill picture, she knows how i feel about working out...
"wait, i thought you guys said tread-MEAL"
"the other day i watched that wii fit show on tv"
"who farted?!"

sometimes i wish we could just go back to looking fit by playing casual lacrosse and eating wendy's.
(hi, i'd like a frostie-tute.)

so did i ever tell you why i played lacrosse? well, it's because of this french story called...
"la lacrosse, c'est un sport francais!"

once upon les temps, in the land far away called la France, children were playing at recess. except for little Jamie.  nobody picked him for the battlefield hack-and-slash team because he was so petit.  therefore, he did not get any girls and no l'amour.  then he had une bonne idee!  instead of sitting there and sulking, Jamie decided he would catch butterflies and that's how he'll get les girls. so he tied a net to a stick and went off to catch some papillons!

he was quite bon at catching the butterflies, and all the girls immediately flocked to him.  the hack-and-slash jocks were furieux now, and they decide to confronter him.  as the entire team was rushing vite towards him, Jamie took his stick and gave them all un POING SUR LE NEZ!



and that is how lacrosse came to be un sport.
oh wait, i just wikipedia'd and it says it's a native american sport. PAS DE CHANCE!
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