Sasan automatically scoffed back, eyes jumping skyward. "Ugh, who doesn't?" And, no, seriously. Who didn't? Unless they had a gym membership, of course, in which case they could use something with a name that was slightly more dignified. Not that Sasan knew the name, and said machine was usually referred to as 'the thigh machine thingy', but that was beside the point.
"Car wash!" He didn't know exactly what Hedwig was talking about, of course, but one could conjure a... mental image. "There's one way to work up the leg muscles. Or, you know. There's always walls." And oh-so-sexy guys named... Oh, hell, he didn't know. Fred or Jason or something.
Awww, so sad! He knew what it was like to be lonely (http://userpic.livejournal.com/64060924/13217469). Not fun! "Ugh! Awesome. But. Still. Lame-o band. Ditching you, that's awful!"
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"Car wash!" He didn't know exactly what Hedwig was talking about, of course, but one could conjure a... mental image. "There's one way to work up the leg muscles. Or, you know. There's always walls." And oh-so-sexy guys named... Oh, hell, he didn't know. Fred or Jason or something.
Awww, so sad! He knew what it was like to be lonely (http://userpic.livejournal.com/64060924/13217469). Not fun! "Ugh! Awesome. But. Still. Lame-o band. Ditching you, that's awful!"