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Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
And I can see you across the locker room, snickering at the guy slipping on a button own collar dress shirt, while at the same time admiring the hand of the fabric of the spread collar dress shirt that the dude next to you is slipping on, and getting a little squicked out when you overhear a couple of guys suggest that they go out for post-workout cheesesteaks. Cheesesteaks? Gross!!! You'd almost rather get a blowjob!
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Nonsense. You'd already left. You slipped on your tank top and bolted for the door, wwhere Bruce was waiting outside in his deep purple VW Beetle Cabriolet. High on spin endorphins, you wave your hand through your hair, flipping your dyed blonde Flock of Seagulls bangs from your Versace sunglasses and squeal as Bruce punches it...
Off you ride, ride, ride... "I'm Still Standing" banging away at top volume, filtering into the breeze...
