I went to the gym today to work out. i do this a couple times a week.
so today i looked at the bench press and thought, i want to do that one.
so i drop about... something like 120 pounds on my face. it fell slowly, my noodle arms did some good, but as it rolled over my throat, surrounded by muscley people in tight clothing, i saw death.
death sometimes looks like a tall goofy guy wiggling helplessly underneath a barbell with not a whole lot of weight on it. after about twenty seconds, some guy helped me out. my friend mathew said at least a girl didn't save me, but it would have been a good excuse to talk to her. and there was a real cute one not ten feet away.
anyway, i left real quick.