NO PAIN - NO GAIN!
Another scorching day in the Desert. Look, we like it hot, but there is a drawback to it. When it's blazing like this, it's too hot to sit outside at bars downtown on their balconies - we miss throwing empty beer cans at the tourists, okay?. Trust us - it's REALLY fun to see how fast you can make the old ones run. Aside from that, the heat is fine with us, but we do miss the target practice.
After lunch we headed over to the Spa Hotel (we're members so who's your daddy?) to do our daily workout and have spa treatment. We spent hours (minutes) in the weight room pumping iron so that we'd feel like we earned relaxation in the spa. The workout went fine until Kevin drooled on some girl's thigh. She was laying on a yoga mat stretching and he volunteered to "spot" her. We know you only "spot" people that are lifting weights (not stretching) but if you saw this gal's chest you'd know she's been lifting weights since puberty. Anyway, she called him a "pervert," and he replied with a very clever, "...oh yeah?" It degenerated to about a third grade level from there, so we quickly headed to the spa.
The only problem with both of us going to the spa together is that the men and women are separated and that leaves nobody to babysit Kevin. It turns out that while he signed up for a seaweed wrap, he didn't realize that someone actually wraps you up naked in seaweed. Let's just say that he thought it was a seaweed wrap like the kind you eat (a "wrap," - get it - like a tortilla filled with stuff) and when the big guy told him to take off his clothes all Hell broke loose. In the end it wasn't a relaxing spa experience like we imagined, but we are annual members (who's you daddy!) so we can go back tomorrow and do it all over again! Besides, tomorrow is Friday soooooooooo, that means beer - LOTS OF BEER...

At 25 lbs it was waaaaay to much weight! This is more like it - 2lbs each arm - Whew!

Cooked squash? All together now......YUK!!! A well deserved rest after a hard day at the spa!
After lunch we headed over to the Spa Hotel (we're members so who's your daddy?) to do our daily workout and have spa treatment. We spent hours (minutes) in the weight room pumping iron so that we'd feel like we earned relaxation in the spa. The workout went fine until Kevin drooled on some girl's thigh. She was laying on a yoga mat stretching and he volunteered to "spot" her. We know you only "spot" people that are lifting weights (not stretching) but if you saw this gal's chest you'd know she's been lifting weights since puberty. Anyway, she called him a "pervert," and he replied with a very clever, "...oh yeah?" It degenerated to about a third grade level from there, so we quickly headed to the spa.
The only problem with both of us going to the spa together is that the men and women are separated and that leaves nobody to babysit Kevin. It turns out that while he signed up for a seaweed wrap, he didn't realize that someone actually wraps you up naked in seaweed. Let's just say that he thought it was a seaweed wrap like the kind you eat (a "wrap," - get it - like a tortilla filled with stuff) and when the big guy told him to take off his clothes all Hell broke loose. In the end it wasn't a relaxing spa experience like we imagined, but we are annual members (who's you daddy!) so we can go back tomorrow and do it all over again! Besides, tomorrow is Friday soooooooooo, that means beer - LOTS OF BEER...
At 25 lbs it was waaaaay to much weight! This is more like it - 2lbs each arm - Whew!
Cooked squash? All together now......YUK!!! A well deserved rest after a hard day at the spa!

Stacy? Did you, uh, see the picture he put up of you? Wellll, here's my best advice:
Either break both his hands...or just kill him. It'd be justifiable homicide. If Jim every published pictures of me in my glasses, I'd do just that.
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Kevin,
It is never too late to be what you might have been...(begin steroid injections immediately) to stave off your muscle mass loss due to your advanced age.
Real men do STREND! Not pussy little dumbbells.
You are a Pile!
Randall
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