If I went loose at a gym, it would be on that asshole in the weight room--there’s always one--who grunts really loud every time he lifts, and checks every one out to see who’s watching.

If I went loose at a gym, it would be on that asshole in the weight room--there’s always one--who grunts really loud…

There is so much win in that single sentence, I’m beside myself.

I already made a joke about this event, in an email no less.  I’m so going to Hell.  Except I don’t believe in that.  Except for pets because I am quite certain my Jake is in Heaven even if the concept otherwise makes no sense to me. Ha! Faith!  I guess I haz it (just a little bit though).