Pumping, er, iron.

I was up slightly before the crack of the proverbial sparrow's fart this morning, and off to the local YMCA to pump some iron. It was quite, er, envigorating, and I'm sore, which must be good. The only downside was this old guy (who was the only other person there, as was the case on Tuesday as well, and who I suspect was the old principal when my brothers were in primary school), who did his excercise in a rather muted matter-of-fact fashion, then slung his towell around his neck with a flourish, and walked off and said "see ya. (brief pause). I hope that it's all worth it for you", to which I wittily gave a strained grunt in reply, which in all honesty was probably more due to the fact I was concentrating on not lobotomizing myself with some freeweights at the time. Hmmmm. He might be the first person I maul when I become as massive as Charles Atlas. No, seriously, what in the good name of fuck was he on about?

Then I went and bought a new squash raquet, so I can fuck Choco up good on the weekend. I only went into the shop to get a new grip, but the guy who runs the store talked me into it. He went to school with my Dad, by the way, and was asking about the wellbeing of my brothers. Then I went to three other shops (parked out the front of each one) in which I knew the people working there, and spent about half an hour in each shooting the breeze...! Oh, country people are funny! And ugly. When will they ever learn?!



I then came home and carted off the roo remains, which stunk, a lot. Then I realized that my brother's sprogs had forgotten to close the gates on the weekend, and there were sheep cruising around the home paddock, and could have gotten into Mum's garden, or out onto the road. I mounted the motorbike, and summoned the help of a trusty companion, Toffee (the dog partial to the odd rancid corpse). She looked fairly disinterested in the sheep, but was desperate for me to throw her a pine cone to retrieve. So I, showing some rat-cunning which has made me so wealthy, threw the pine cone in the direction I did not want the sheep to go. Disaster averted.

Anyhoo, I miss youse cunts, even if it don't sound like it.

Keep rockin' in the free world. xo.

Also, I ran across this somehow. The quote from Machiavelli early on the page is great. The rest makes me bored.