Yep, this right here is the beginning of the 4th year of this august institution. I know each and every one of you is thrilled to be part of it. It’s okay, calm down. Seriously, CALM THE FUDGE DOWN!
All right, I haven’t got a bunch to say today. It’s Sunday night as I write this, and I’ve got a weird week of work ahead of me and I’m still half-sick from traveling last week (prolly ebola, I was at IAD twice), so I’m not going to dwell overlong on the preamble that no one reads anyhow.
She works the pole.
I’m sure one of you imbeciles thinks this is a guy.
Not sure if she’s wearing pants in the shot on the right… or in the shot on the left, really.
I hate when people squat with the EZ-curl bars. Leaves grime on the knurling.
Who has windows like this in their bathroom?
She kicks high.
Home gym? Too much stuff in it.
Aw man, look at that warm, sunny beach!
If her feet are on the floor, she’s either gargantuan or in a very small room.
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