I'm all for getting in a good workout. As a matter of fact anyone who knows me will tell you it's pretty much the only thing I care about in the world. Sad, but true. Ask me about the time I had to find an emergency gym on the way back from my grandmother's funeral in Maine sometime. Actually, don't do ask me that, because that's kind of weird.

That being said, maybe some of you out there are working out a little too hard? Like my homeboy I see at the gym all the time who rides that stationary bike up there in the picture. I'm afraid the  shot I took about ten minutes after he'd left the area doesn't really capture the deluge-level crisis of the situation. We're talking tsunami level power here coming off this guy's bald pate and oxen-like back fur.  I would have taken the photo sooner, but it took me that long to stop dry-heaving and regain the use of my fine motor skills. I think I can still smell him on my computer screen.

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