Thursday, December 15, 2011

Letter to the Stairmaster

I hope you die mother f'er.
I hope that when I am sweat profusely and gasping for air, a drop of sweat falls into your inner workings and short circuits the entire system.
I wish you didn't burn calories so efficiently.
Your warning label should not read "stop if you have trouble breathing or chest pain" I feel both of things the moment I take a step, actually I think I get anxiety attacks just thinking about the first step.

see you tomorrow you bastard.

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