#368 – Bench
Posted on May 2, 2012 at 12:00 am by Chris
Chapter: Comic
In high school we had a weight training class for a few weeks. It was a big room filled with machines arranged in a circle. We would work on our first machine for a few minutes and then the coach would blow a whistle and we all got up and switched to the next one over. That room was a strange mix of grunting, metal clanging and rock music from the coach’s tiny beat up radio.
Tags: dog, funeral, weight lifting
I’m showing this to my boyfriend; he never believes me when I tell him that tickling can be deadly. I usually mean for him, but this will do, too.
That dog seems to be everywhere a death is going to happen. ….
Further proof that dogs are evil!
Another reason why bacon will never replace Odor Eaters.
Spot, that’s not how you spot your master!
hehehe……
maybe the dog is like….the Furry Reaper?
so, when you switched machines, did anyone wipe their sweat?
After reading the blurb below the comic… it’s like you went to the same school as me D: