I've been letting my hair grow a bit longer lately, but it needed a trim so I went to the barber this afternoon to see if he could make me look halfway decent looking. I made him cut my hair this time instead of using the clippers so the cheeky bitch asked for more money, but it was worth it as I'm pleased with how it turned out and it looks rather handsome, even if I do say so myself!
The barber noticed my hoarse voice and cough and asked me what I was going to do afterwards. When I said that I was going to pop along to the gym to sit in the steam room for a bit he charmingly declared: "Ooh, that's the right idea Love, sweat the fucker out!" so I dutifully went along and sat in the steam room for as long as I could stand it.
Oh, and that's what my doctor always recommends too. He doesn't allow me to use cold remedies from the pharmacy as he reckons that they don't sort out the problem, they just give temporary relief. I don't know whether he's old fashioned or new age, but he only prescribes me to take honey and lemon, some paracetamol and to spend some time in the steam room.
So there I was again, sweating things out in the steam room. I'll say one thing for the steam though, it really does clear out your pipes! The steam room was fully of the usual crowd of horny gym boys. As I was having to spend as much time in there as I could tolerate, I kept popping out to take a shower and drink some water in order to cool down between steams.
What amused me was that every time I popped back into the steam room, there would be some rapid repositioning from the guys in there. One or two guys got up with an obvious stiffy in their speedos and shorts. Don't they have homes to go to? I think some of these guys are simply permanently horny no matter what and I swear that one guy would happily fuck a snake.
Friday, 11 April 2008
"Sweat the fucker out!"
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I swear, your gym needs to set some special hours for the horny crowd so they can come play without disturbing the more serious users of the facilities. And, of course, it would certainly make it easier for you to go play when you liked! They need to bring bath houses back or something.
Hope you managed to steam the fucker out! I bust out my portable FAR infrared "spa" every now and again to try and sweat out the demons but it never helps. I'm evil as ever. Guess it just isn't the same without the steam.
Funny, I dreamt the other night that I was in the woods building little "steam pods" with moss and stuff that grows in the area (dream moss, we don't have moss here) and then I'd light a pile of cedar wood in the center of it. The moss would stick to itself like velcro or something and made nice little pods. The idea was to get in there and have a nice steam and, the best part, the whole thing was naturally camouflauged so once you were in it, no one could see you. I could have built them bigger than a pod, but there was a man following me around wanting to see how I was doing it and I didn't want him to know!
Cripes, my Ambien just kicked in. Better go before I get profoundly stupid.
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