We are 2 hot messes from Boston.This whole thing started out as a joke. "We should make a blog of all the crazy sh*t that happens to us when we go out, even for dinner". We'll, since we just find outselves absoluelty hilarious (though, others don't, sadly) the little joke just kept growing and growing (kind of like the ego of 'The Situation') we decided to stop talking and put the words into action.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
FUPA Hits the Gym
My previous roommate to Sarah was FUPA. As you know from my previous posts that FUPA has some severe issues mentally along with her buldging belly. Apparently unlike when a guy and a girl break up there are no clear rules on the girl break up. I say you should take it like any divorce or break up try to avoid that person in all shapes and forms. For me this is always best because I can be some what tempestious- okay I'm a down right bitch. The high road can be very difficult for me when a person like FUPA gives me so much to not only make fun of but to point out to others and make fun of and to clearly just continue to point out and make that person cry. Also, Sarah has the unfortunate case of working with FUPA. So in order to keep Sarah from getting in the middle I try to avoid FUPA at all costs. Apparently, FUPA is dumb and does not apply the same rules to herself and avoid me at all costs.
I belong to a gym. I have belonged to this specific gym for 3years now. It is right next to my work and on my way home from work so that after work I can just go to the gym. This has been my routine for the past 3 years. I am friendly towards much of the staff at this gym and even this past year decided to hire a trainer. I now workout there with a trainer which I highly recomend due to the fact that now I use the machines and weights and have a professional spotting me so that I do not end up killing myself. I don't like to speak to much of the other patrons of the gym due to the fact that I really don't care about them. But, in fact I do enjoy my gym and the staff there.
So yesterday after working out with my trainer I am coming out of the locker room and who do I see with her pug like red face and pregnant-esque looking belly - why it's none other than FUPA!
In my mind I thought when I walk by her I'm totally going to say "Is somebody here to try to get rid of their FUPA?" But due to Sarah I did not. I just walked by FUPA and said Hi. Clearly taking the higher road for my friend.
I then continued to leave and went home in which I then told Sarah of my encounter. In which Sarah brought up some key points the first it's great she's trying to get healthy and lose the FUPA but why my gym there are millions of gyms why not go to a gym that is closer to her current residence? Also, she asked if even at the gym she had a FUPA and I said no she did not her gym pants are elastic and stretch and do not create the FUPA like her American Eagle size 12 when she's an 18 do. Sarah also informed me that my gym is free reign she can not hold me back at the gym if I run into FUPA again. And it's MY GYM I have been a consistant member there for 3 years 4 times a week! I trump FUPA! And I am paying an extreme amount of money for staff members to work out with me I trump FUPA and her use of the treadmill.
With that people I grant you this if I do run into FUPA again there will be a snide comment made and then I shall tell you about it! That is my promise to you!
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