Jerks

Ever notice that when you break off a hotmail email, on the confirmation page, there's a picture on the far left that says "Money Matters Ask Gordon Pape: Q & A" and the guy is a dead ringer for Mr. Sabetti??!

So tonight's boxing was as interesting as it was disappointing. I was expecting our boxing trainer Andy to show us some new punching combinations that he promised last week. Instead, he had to tend to some new guy. I guess he hasn’t worked out in a while because after doing a little light punching he got dizzy, did that funky chicken dance/tilted walk you do when you get crazy dizzy, and slammed into the wall. Now the interesting part came when half the class seemed genuinely concerned while the other half continued on with their boxing drills (guess which group I fell into!) – as well as shooting off some smart ass/sarcastic remarks such as “that’s what happens when you work out to hard!” and “I guess I shouldn’t have punched him so hard.” But it all worked for him since he was tended to by some random first aid chick who was attractive.

Oh, and a memo to Shaun: everyone in class notices that the chick with the lazy eye has tig o’ bitties, but that’s no excuse for you to not skip and stare at her tatas while she jumps rope. Where’s your shammity, son!??!