A Cheap Soda Fountain's Vapour Bath
The salt on my lips was making them go numb.
The sauna always makes you think it's inducing sweat; but I'm not sure it's actually sweat as so much it is condensation.
There was an older balding harry guy on the second level in little red lifeguard swimsuit standing up with his head nearly touching the ceiling.
...III could barely sit on the third step.
He looked like he could be greek, but most Europeans look greek to me.
In a way most Europeans are descendants of those fuckin fags anyway.
It hardly made sense.
Saunas.
In old greek they were for only men, sex was for only men too.
Women were used for strictly procreation.
Man, those guys didn't know what they were missing.
Out of the two genders, women get the better end of the deal, ultimately.
If I'm doing it right, there's no way I'm enjoying as much as she is.
A male's orgasm is more of an obstacle than it is a good reason to have sex.
Its like overdosing on heroin. You wake up in the hospital, and you're like, "that was it? That only felt good (REALLY good) for a couple of seconds..."
With women, after a good orgasm is the best time to try for second.
If I knew the outcome of my life already, I might go ahead with the vasectomy now.
This steam room was the steamiest I had ever been in.
It was fairly large, and about twenty or more of us sat in it.
I took my first deep breath in and nearly coughed.
It hurt because it kinda burned.
My nose was like a cave that kept getting tighter the farther in I went.
This made me feel a little claustrophobic, and theres this need to get up and walk around when this occurs.
The longer you hesitate the more desperate you become for that movement of first rising.
So you start fidgeting in your shorts, sliding around on the slick title.
I started to think more about the types of people I'd been seeing in the gym since I joined last thursday.
"What kind of person joins a gym that only charges 12 dollars a month in Hollywood?"
The more I thought about it the more I started to think about my numb lips and the salt I was tasting on them.
How much of it was mine.
The worst was not being able to see who was in the sauna.
It was too goddamn steamy.
Was all this salt coming from one extreme perspirator?
"The steams secretes toxins (ie urea and salts) through the pores of the skin."
What kind of toxins were profusely ex-foliating from the skins of these
twelve-$-a-month patrons.
god... I wasn't even wearing shower shoes
time for a long shower... at home
On a side note, when homosexuals are in a locker room, are they checking out the bods of others?
Isn't that the reason we have separate locker rooms for men and women in the first place?
So we can change with the freedom and slack that no one is checking us out?
Though, I would, if I was.
The sauna always makes you think it's inducing sweat; but I'm not sure it's actually sweat as so much it is condensation.
There was an older balding harry guy on the second level in little red lifeguard swimsuit standing up with his head nearly touching the ceiling.
...III could barely sit on the third step.
He looked like he could be greek, but most Europeans look greek to me.
In a way most Europeans are descendants of those fuckin fags anyway.
It hardly made sense.
Saunas.
In old greek they were for only men, sex was for only men too.
Women were used for strictly procreation.
Man, those guys didn't know what they were missing.
Out of the two genders, women get the better end of the deal, ultimately.
If I'm doing it right, there's no way I'm enjoying as much as she is.
A male's orgasm is more of an obstacle than it is a good reason to have sex.
Its like overdosing on heroin. You wake up in the hospital, and you're like, "that was it? That only felt good (REALLY good) for a couple of seconds..."
With women, after a good orgasm is the best time to try for second.
If I knew the outcome of my life already, I might go ahead with the vasectomy now.
This steam room was the steamiest I had ever been in.
It was fairly large, and about twenty or more of us sat in it.
I took my first deep breath in and nearly coughed.
It hurt because it kinda burned.
My nose was like a cave that kept getting tighter the farther in I went.
This made me feel a little claustrophobic, and theres this need to get up and walk around when this occurs.
The longer you hesitate the more desperate you become for that movement of first rising.
So you start fidgeting in your shorts, sliding around on the slick title.
I started to think more about the types of people I'd been seeing in the gym since I joined last thursday.
"What kind of person joins a gym that only charges 12 dollars a month in Hollywood?"
The more I thought about it the more I started to think about my numb lips and the salt I was tasting on them.
How much of it was mine.
The worst was not being able to see who was in the sauna.
It was too goddamn steamy.
Was all this salt coming from one extreme perspirator?
"The steams secretes toxins (ie urea and salts) through the pores of the skin."
What kind of toxins were profusely ex-foliating from the skins of these
twelve-$-a-month patrons.
god... I wasn't even wearing shower shoes
time for a long shower... at home
On a side note, when homosexuals are in a locker room, are they checking out the bods of others?
Isn't that the reason we have separate locker rooms for men and women in the first place?
So we can change with the freedom and slack that no one is checking us out?
Though, I would, if I was.