Oh, yeah, and there was the time I woke up at 2am going 70 mph on the interstate between Knoxville and Nashville, headed right for the flimsy guard rail, beyond which was a gazillion-foot sheer drop off a mountain. If you want to believe in guardian angels, there's a little piece of evidence for you.
Although I was a pretty boring youth, one of the things I did regularly was sleep while driving on my way home. I commuted 45 minutes to college, worked 40 hours a week and was a double theatre/english major. Which led to me driving home around 2 am, and needing to be back at school around 7 am. There was this one stretch of road that was just a long country road, and I would purposefully sleep while driving it. I don't even know how I am not dead.
I ate oatmeal twice this weekend, even though I don't prefer it. Much like going to the gym and reading books about personal finance, it's good for me and I'm no longer young enough to avoid it.
Curse you, Teppy. Hec just got home and started a pot of his delicious veggie chili, and now I want oatmeal.
Ooooh, veggie chili! Have oatmeal for breakfast tomorrow, and dig in on the veggie chili. Yum!
I vote "ew." It's possible that Olympic level athletes might be limber or strong enough to comfortably use one of those benches for that purpose, but there ain't enough bleach in the world.
I just kept imagining athlete's foot in some very uncomfortable places.
I just kept imagining athlete's foot in some very uncomfortable places.
I think they call that jock itch.
Typepad
AHAHAHAHA I knew that was the comm you were talking about. So much dysfunction! And Typepad sucks so very much, which srsly makes matters worse.
I dated a very athletic bendy boy who had a weight bench and that SEEMED like a fantastically
hawt
idea until we actually tried it.
Not so much, no.
My other issue was that the bench must be digging into her spine. At least a weight bench is padded.
