Soccer Legs
Jeff has warned me off spinning on Tuesday nights because the instructor, Gavin, is suppose to be a real bastard during his 45 minutes of spinning. Under the assumption that Gavin was out teaching at the David Beckham soccer camp or some such nonsense, I went to the class.....only to find Gavin sitting on the bike. He's not leaving until next week. Of course Jeff neglected to mention he's got those hot, humpy, life-long, professional soccor player legs which was just fine with me.
But then he started the class without the air-conditioner, looked at me when I didn't crank up my resistance on the bike (because I was getting ready to pass out from heat-exhaustion and fatigue) and made a "Goddammit, I said crank the resistance" movement AT ME, and then never took a goddamn recovery break for the 45 minutes of the class. I mean...WTF. Why is everyone trying to hock my vagina today? Feh.
Well, since you didn't die that's a positive. And trust me, hunky soccer legs are worth MUCH MORE than good arms because they lead to hunky soccer ass.
And really, isn't the ass key?
I have never heard "hock my vagina" before. And I'm not even sure what it means.
Is it something like the two-fingered "V" my friend used to signal on his forehead when I was queasy about doing something incredibly steep or tree-filled on the slopes? I'm a vag skier. I own that.
I'm not sure, but I think I'm almost offended over where this conversation topic is headed LOL
Mar (A TRUE Vag.)