sit ups
I was doing my usual workout routine--push-ups, sits-ups, curls, etc--after work today when there was knock at the door.
As I went to see who it was, I briefly considered whether I should put on something more than the boxer shorts I was wearing. But then I saw it was (Goatbelt) Matt, and I figured it didn't matter. You can hang out with a friend with just boxer shorts on.
"You skipped work today?" I said.
"Yep," Matt said and grinned.
It's pretty much a given that if I see Matt out drinking on a weeknight he'll just blow off work the next day. And it seems to be one of the perks of his job that he can always get away with it.
Since I didn't want lose the momentum of my workout, I went right on to my next set of sit-ups, while the history channel babbled on about missiles and submarines in the 1950s. I got down into my crunching position and did the first couple of reps.
"Ha!" Matt exclaimed. "Your underwear has a big rip in the ass."
With sudden alarm I felt under my ass to discover that there was indeed a gaping hole in my boxers.
Oh well.
(Wow, I have no memory of writing that previous post. )
8:10:38 PM 
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