Fun At The Gym

Walking into the locker room at the gym yesterday, I turned the corner to find a naked woman trying with all her might to rid a wet bathing suit from her old, wrinkled body. It's rude to stare, I know, but I had never seen ta-tas reach as precariously close to the floor as hers. While looking on in astonishment, she glanced up to see me staring back at her. I pretended I forgot something and turned around quickly, only to look into a mirror displaying, once again, Sarah McSaggy in all her glory. Needless to say, this traumatic experience is going to take up at least three sessions with my therapist.