Monday Night Gym

I met up with Jason at the gym. He wore a pair of white baggy shorts which made him look really lunchy.

“Nice shorts,” I said.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like them.”

“They make you look very…”

“I know,” said Jason. “The bitches love them.”

“Nice,” I said.

“I’ve been screwing a girl from work,” he said. “She loved me in them.”

“What about your girlfriend?”

Jason bought his finger up to his mouth. “Sh, what do you reckon, she doesn’t know.”