While the picture below is about hate.
Pure unadulterated HATE. What unholy thing did this to me?? What could have possibly caused me to lose my mind and put my au natural middle aged face on national TV this blog, for everyone to see??
NORDIC TRACK!!!!
Spawn of Satan and Rosemary's baby all rolled into one enormous piece of hideous machinery!
You gettin' my drift? Yo, dat thing be evil.
I melted into a jillion tiny pieces of light, and saw my last brownie flash before my eyes.
And then I went and took a shower.
What do you mean, Is that really me?!
4 comments:
Oh, the dreaded Nordic Track! I have a friend who bought one - got on the thing two times and swore it was trying to kill her.
Me? I can't even conquer a simple treadmill.
Man, NordicTrac is scary. But maybe if you pretend to be hiking the Alps to get to Sven, the world's greatest masseuse who happens to also be the best looking guy in the world, it'll make it easier. And you can yell "RICOLA!!" the whole time you're working out! Mr. Wonderful will love it!
"What's my name?" BWAHAHAHAHA!!! I love it! Your name is funny, by the way. Ask me again if you forget.
I'm having a giveaway at my place, ending Tuesday. It's for a free month of Netflix. So you can Nordic Track to some good flicker shows, iffen you want.
http://musingsofamanicmama.blogspot.com/2010/09/imma-give-you-chance-ta-win.html
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