this is why i love the sick bastard

I went to workout with Stephanie again this evening. The dual rowing machine time was kinda comical, as we didn’t really know how the fuckers worked. Also cute was the tall, bony fellow-iPod’er (yes, we watch for one another) who had some t-shirt on that made a SQL joke. My kind of people! I should have said some kind of greeting to him in Klingon (no, I don’t really know Klingon, asshole!).

Got home to find my brother had sent Sophie a t-shirt with a graphic of her:

He has been secretly in love with her since two weeks ago when we went down to visit.

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