There's a reason they call it a workout and not a cookout.
There's a reason why the word "work" is in the first word and "cook" is in the second.
Do not confuse the two.
The workout is the one where you don't bring food and hang around and gab and drink brightly colored drinks and iced coffee. The cookout is the one where you do.
The workout is the one where you don't wear cargo pants and a flimsy tank top sans bra and flipflops and carry your stuff in a straw totebag. The cookout is the one where you do.
The workout is the one where you don't spray on citrusy cologne or some other sweet stuff from Bath & Body (or whatever the hell that place is called) and flirt prettily. The cookout is the one where you do.
Got it?
Just so we have it straight.
fresh-baked at 02:24 PMThis crazy "broad" at my gym used to workout in a g-string until someone (it wasn't me...) finally complained. Nothing like wiping up after someone else's swamp-ass after they've peeled their cellulite off the pleather benches.
Offered by: LA on August 8, 2002 10:36 PMNo wonder I can't get rid of my belly. Now, if they'd only stop serving smokehouse ribs behind the elliptical machines...
Offered by: tim on August 8, 2002 9:16 PMWell done Jodi. Another nail, hit firmly on the head.
I was amazed the first time I encountered this at a gym in England. These two girls turned up dressed in some sort of leotards with FULL MAKE-UP on, reeking of perfume.
They sat on the machines, idly pretending to exercise, but not actually doing anything involving breaking a sweat.
It was pathetic. A real turn off. I mean, people who go to a gym regularly are there to keep fit, not pick people up.
I often got chatting to women there, but was never "on the pull" (as we say in Britain). I figured that what little looks I have were not noticable over my red face, heavy breathing and sweat, from working out.
Offered by: Max on August 8, 2002 8:40 PMTit's not that, Adam. Jodi's teat-off with women who milk what they have in any situation. She's not afraid to go for the jugular and see that any of these boobs get canned from their blogs. She's a real bra-humbug who wants to see a firm clevage between people's skin and the web.
I feel the same about guys who send pictures of their genitals in plastic wrap; Guys, some people think you're outrageous, but I can clearly see your nuts.
Offered by: Thomas on August 8, 2002 3:16 PMThanks. I think I'm going to post this one up all over my club this afternoon. It just might help.
Still, I may edit out the "flimsy tank top sans bra" bit. Though I wholeheartedly agreed with your earlier post (displaying one's wares as a blog promotional device is just plain bad for the species in general), I can't support this latest crusade...
Frankly, Jodi, I'm beginning to detect a certain amount of mammariphobia around here. Were you assaulted by a rogue breast at some point? Feel free to open up; you're safe here.
Now, this could be just my imagination, but I get the feeling that you are trying to say something...
Offered by: Pete on August 8, 2002 2:31 PM
