I was on the bike and a treadmill opened up on the other side of a gal on a treadmill. I stood up, my brain left my body, and I walked across the back of her running treadmill. It was like slow motion as I was on the verge of disaster, grabbing for her as she was looking back at me but moving up to the front of the treadmill so I couldn't get her. My legs must have been whirling around like Fred Flinstone.
Then I don't know what happened but I flew up into the air and flipped around and ended up on my back in between the 2 treadmills. I thought people would be laughing at me when I looked up, but they were standing over me w/very concerned looks on their faces. Just some scrapes and bruises on that one.
Then the best part...a fucking spider comes down on his web from the rafters, lands on my chest and starts crawling around as I'm trying to blow it off of me. I HATE fucking spiders.
The guy is naked now and still bragging about this hooker BJ and he turns around and he has dried diarrhea plastered all down the backs of both of his legs all the way down to his calves.
hahaha