Motherfucking Overachiever, You Are

Ha! I just fucking mimic yoda if you're paying attention to the title. I've been hitting the gym the last few weeks to build up some upper body mass, especially in my left arm/shoulder. The gym on East campus doesn't have A/C so they have a chart that gives out the "heat danger" warning in the building. Today it was high. Didn't feel any motherfucking hotter than my house. I grabbed a Bball and went to the courts. Shot some hoops for 15 min with 5 min of launching lay ups off my left leg ( the one with the still healing fucking knee).

Now the best part of this whole motherfucking story. I go down to do some weights and I need to cool off a bit or there's going to be sweat all over the fucking walls. I approach the desk, where the fan is blowing on low( on low and it's super hot and humid), and say to the cute trainer girl, " I need a fan", with a wink. Insert personal trainer smile here. I lean over and turn it on hi.  That's enough chit chat,walk away and go about my business 'cause there's hell to be payed out.

MOTHER!