I was taking a break from my gruling job and came across this on craigslist. That is fricking disturbing.
There should be a new law that deals with people coming into locker rooms and leaving stinky presents. If you come in and someone is taking a shower and you do your business and it's so terrible that the mold dies, you should be forced to stay there until the other people in the locker room leave.
Why is this? Because I was taking a shower today when I got into work and someone came in to use the toilet. And it was awful, I almost threw up and started huffing shampoo. And then he left and I was stuck with the stink.
If my poop law were to be enacted then situations like this wouldn't happen as often. The stinker would go to another bathroom and defile it, but no one would be stuck there for 5 minutes with the aftermath.
Last night I took my lead test with Scott at the gym. I went up first to get it over with. My hands have been weak the past while so I ended up falling off a juggie 2/3rds of the way up and launching Scott into the air. On my way down I landed on him and turned upside down. That was pretty cool, but it didn't get me the super green card. Everyone at the gym said it was the coolest fall they had seen, so there's that.
My buddy Ron bought me a hair cut at this place called Hair M. I know that sounds a little chick-like, but they give you a beer when you go in. Who am I to argue with that?
I've only paid for one hair cut in the last 4 years, and that was for my friend Moo's wedding. I guess I'm not really paying for this, but it'll be strange to have someone else (besides me) cut my hair. I bet they'll do a better job than me.
I'll take before and after pictures for ya'll.
Ant season just started, I found out. I woke up today to see the little bastards running around the dirty dishes in my kitchen sink. Guess it's time to keep up on my dishes.
Ron and I found out that it's actually difficult to break TV screens. We took a load of concrete, dirt and assorted junk to the dump on Saturday, where a few TVs were hanging out - waiting for us. So we chucked large rocks and chunks of concrete at the screens. And they wouldn't break. It took on average 15 good shots to break a screen. I bet the TV sitting in my room would shatter if I threw a sock at it though.
Sunday we tried to go mountain biking and saw my frame had a crack in the paint. Well, I thought it was paint, turned out my swing arm has a crack in it. Which wouldn't be too great for biking hard, I'd rather not walk out from a ride.
So we picked up a 6 pack of beer at 7-11. A few minutes later we were dry again and Ron made another run. The next 6 pack seemed to disappear (apparently someone [me] was chugging the beer, but [I] don't remember that.) So Ron and I walked back down to 7-11 to clear out the store of Fat Tire beer.
Last night after climbing I did some bench to work out some stuff. About 2 months ago I would struggle with 135 lbs (2 45 plates and the bar.) Then somehow it jumped up to 185 (45s with 25s - almost looks cool.) Last night I tried out 225 (45s 35s and 10s as my gym doesn't have 4 plates) and actually squeeked out one on my own. I think it took about 30 seconds to do one rep, but it counts. It's strange because when I was lifting after college I would work out all the time and never got one rep of 225 in, and I thought I was pretty strong. So now I'm drinking beer and eating pizza almost every night and can do it. I had a beer last night to celebrate. I'll be sure to have one tomorrow when the soreness kicks in.