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Friday, July 13, 2007

I've often looked around the gym and been annoyed to no-end by all of the wankers walking around in tight t-shirts thinking they're tough; when quite clearly, I could kick their arse. I looked in the mirror the other day and realised that I am one of those wankers walking around the gym in a tight t-shirt. I guess the only thing that separates them from me is that my t-shirt is usually three (3) years old, has worn patches that are nearly forming holes, and the occasional dark stain here and there.

Now that I've realised the problem - I blame the t-shirt manufacturers'. They need to make a t-shirt that grows with the person - or at the very least a t-shirt that screams at you one day:

"Hey dude! I'm getting too tight! Get a bigger t-shirt or you'll look like one of those wankers who walks around the gym thinking he's tough!!! HURRY! TIMES RUNNING OUT!"
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