I am Sparks.
Today I wore my Sparks basketball t-shirt while I taught a killer conditioning episode. Though I had previously thought that the sequence of exercises which I had planned were too easy, I knew I was wrong when my aerobics teacher exclaimed, "I give up!", about 3/4 of the way through it.
Then, someone threw something at me. It hit my leg. I thought it was paper, but when I looked down, I saw a small crag of mortar. Who would be so mean? But then, I looked up and saw a hole in the ceiling. The sky was falling. And I didn't feel hated anymore.
Then, someone threw something at me. It hit my leg. I thought it was paper, but when I looked down, I saw a small crag of mortar. Who would be so mean? But then, I looked up and saw a hole in the ceiling. The sky was falling. And I didn't feel hated anymore.
posted by welcome stalkers at 11:30 PM
1 Comments:
whats odd is that you would think that people would chuck mortar at you. what is much more likely is a dart, that paralyzes.
the wachatis from the south mumbutu tribe are quite proficient at hunting aerobics instructors.
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