Enough About Me ...

There's this dude at the gym. Well, he's an old dude what's that, a granddude? He's only known by my fellow gym friends as Captain America. This name given to him from his ever so apparent United States we love you memorabilia. It was the spitting that prompted me to drop my dumbbells. That and the grunting. The spitting and the grunting, oh and the posing in the mirror. The spitting, the grunting, the posing that makes a run on the hamster wheel a jolly experience. He works out in jeans, hiking boots and mirrored sunglasses. The Hot Tamales eaten between sets sort of dropped him out of the black belt in health class. I'm so impressed that he has the commitment to work out at the gym everyday. It's people like Captain America that inspire me to just let'er go. He yiz who he yiz. Hi, I'm Captain America. I drive a BMW that carries four buttholes instead of the standard two and please don't step on my teacup poodle, Nugget.