Drunk subway rider line of the year...

I'm submitting this one to Overheard in New York:

"No...Jesus ain't no bitch."

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Fun. Sexy. Dangerous.

Today was odd.

A conversation with a good friend went down this odd awkward path from a conversation about our respective weekends to a fun, sexy, flirty and dangerous conversation with certain overtones (Daddy and Sir were words being mentioned). We're talking serious slippery slope here. Even more interesting is that the person in question is a former crush that I ultimately realized was never going to see me in a romantic light.

Well maybe it's not romantic as much as it is sexual.

It's just odd.

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Conjunction Junction III

This is why Conjunction Junction is running through my head....

Two days later....

Two days later "Conjunction Junction" is still going through my head...

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Ugh

I have "Conjunction Junction" stuck in my head and can't get it out.

And not the normal version...we're talking a big flashuy "show chorus" version with perky choreography that can't help but put a smile on your face...

It was cute at first...now it's annoying...

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Wikipedia Meme

The meme's going around. Find your birthday in Wikipedia, and post three facts, two births, and a death.

So here we go for September 17....also I'm looking at a template refreshing....maybe something new in a few days...

Events

1920 - National Football League is organized in Canton, Ohio, United States.
1967 - Jim Morrison and The Doors defy CBS censors on The Ed Sullivan Show. Morrison sang the lyrics, "Girl, we couldn't get much higher" from the song, Light My Fire when asked not to.
1983 - Vanessa Williams becomes first African American Miss America.

Births

1939 - David Souter, U.S. Supreme Court Associate Justice
1962 - Baz Luhrmann, Australian-born film director and producer

Deaths

1996 - Spiro Agnew, Vice President of the United States (b. 1918)

Back to the gym

So...I'm taking the plunge back into the world of exercise. I actually had to wait until a month after my nose surgery before I could get clearance to go in. I was all, "But I'm going to be using the elliptical runner and doing weights...not boxing..." But they held firm.

This week is all about cardio to get my baseline down before I start back to full weights and carefully crafted exercise routines so my ass will look even better in a kilt. Yesterday was Day 3 at the gym and I switched it up a bit and did the bike and the stair climber so I could work different parts of my legs.

In comparison with David Barton which I tried in late January, the two NYSCs I have gone to near my office have not been very cruisy (a huge part of what David Barton Gym is, is cruising) and has been VERY attitude free (which DBG definitely IS NOT). As I've said before, going to the gym is sacred me time. While it not be as high tech as DBG, or have DJs come in to spin on Saturday nights, or have a locker room that's supposed to resemble a wooden outdoor sauna, or have Bumble and Bumble products in the showers, I got the same feeling post cardio at NYSC as I did at DBG.

And I'm paying $30 less a month.

Next week I am going to try to go back to my former routine of morning cardio and afternoon weights. If I can pull that together then in eight weeks time when our big gay rugby tournament rolls around I'm going to look pretty damn good...

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Snakes on a Plane

A kinda funny yet gross subway story

Today at lunch I opted for the Chipolte Chicken Chili...of course that means I also opted for a fierce case of gas as it turned out.

Nothing I have taken has helped to alleviate was my sister once referred to as "vaporous exceretions."

So there I was on the subway trying to hold in a doozy of internal combustion when I decided that I would manuever myself to the door and let it fly onto the platform and not stink up the car. I tried to time it so it would let loose as the doors closed.

I'm timing and timing and timing and when I hear the ding that the door is going to close, I let it rip.

At that exact same moment an Upper East Side/Park Avenue rich bitch forces her way onto the car as the doors start to close.

And I farted all over her.

For the record this is my first ever post about farts but I just had to share.

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