Bruised Underpants

My underpants buying did not go so well. Oh I bought the underpants, but I bought the same size I currently owned. How is that a problem? Glad you asked . . .

You see, the width of my assticular region has increased over the past couple of years. Over this time, my underpants have gradually grown and stretched to accommodate the ever expanding width and mass of my ass.

Go Underpants Power!

However, these new underpants have not had the benefit of time to mould and sculp themselves to my cheeks. Oh no.

I was able to get a pair on at which point I believe my ass cheeks reached around and grabbed on to the offending underpants and sucked them in.

True story.

Won't be able to return those underpants again.

In an effort to deal with the expanding ass problem, I decided to go back to the gym. I usually try and go 4-5 times a week, but I think I've missed oh, about the last 374 times.

I tried a spinning class and I was doing so awesome. I was flying. Maybe a little too close to the sun though . . .

Class starts at 5:30 and by 6:15 I am so proud of myself for doing it. Class ends at 6:20 so I am just going balls to to the wall, you know? So 6:20 comes and we are still spinning.

6:25, hmmm still spinning.

Right, the Wednesday night class? It's from 5:30 to 7:00 for no bob given reason. What the heck?

No lie, but I am suprised I am still alive to be telling this story. Talk about triumph over adversity.

So in addition to my too tight underpants, I now have a bicycle bruised ass.

2007-08-03 at 10:10 a.m.