It's Not My Fault - I Exercise Ugly
I was running in the park this evening and two guys (I don't know, maybe college age - I can't tell anymore) were riding up on bicycles. Maybe I was getting checked out. Maybe. Because the next thing I know, one of the guys misses the pedal on his bike, falls off, skids sideways and takes out his friend.* Perhaps it was my fault, perhaps it wasn't, but I'll tell you one thing: I wasn't wearing a sport corset**.
*To the best of my knowledge, they both survived.
**For your information, I was wearing an old t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of shorts that used to belong to my mother. Not that it's anyone's business; I just thought you should know. Also, I was sweating profusely.
*To the best of my knowledge, they both survived.
**For your information, I was wearing an old t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a pair of shorts that used to belong to my mother. Not that it's anyone's business; I just thought you should know. Also, I was sweating profusely.
posted by La Blonde Parisienne at 1:31 AM
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In a scientific study* I've conducted, I've found that I get hit on the most when I am wearing smelly gym clothes, and sweating profusely.
* study excludes African countries, where I am simply hit on by everyone.
Yes, in my scientific study I get hit on while wearing old, ill-fitting and smelly clothes, haven't showered, and am dragging laundry to the laundromat. What the hell?
Hey, everybody loves dirty girls! Sweat is hot!
Silk Stockings - It's because in Africa, you've got the muzungu luuv
Everybody else - pheromones. It's gotta be pheromones.
Then why the HELL do we bother making ourselves pretty?
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