I’m placed at the edge of the 10 people whos legs are pumping away like pistons on stationary bikes as the instructor shouts,
“Keep up the pace, down with the heel, up with the toe”
To the left there is a couple, with a young enough girl to my immediate left. She is trying to get her partners attention who is on the bike to her left. He’s struggling. A Nirvana song is blaring as we are sprinting away…
She has gotten his attention and he is looking at her quizzically with a beetroot red face pouring with sweat as he squints to try and hear better…just as she is relaying the important part of the message the music ends abruptly and she shouts
“I can smell your willy”
I haven’t seen the couple since.
You may not have seen them…but can you smell his willy!?!
Ahahahahahah, that is *brilliant*
So THAT’s what Teen Spirit smells like.
Haaaa, K8.
Please, please let this storybe true!