Brain: That thing is making noise again
Me: It’s okay, it’s just the alarm
Brain: Got it. Let’s go.
Me: I with ya, let’s do it.
Brain: Rock n roll Fat Man!
Me: Really? Hey do you know this makes 14 out of the last 15 work days we’ve made it to the gym!
Brain: That’s pretty good dude. It’s amazing what we can do when we put our head together
Me: I agree Brain. It’s nice of you to say that
Me: I was just saying that what you thought was nice
Brain: What thought?
Me: About working together
Brain: Ah, oh yeah.
Me: Really? You’re thinking about boobies?
Brain: What? No, I was thinking about ummmmmm going to the gym
Me: No you weren’t. You were totally spacing out on boobies.
Brain: No I wasn’t
Me: Yes you were
Brain: No, I was thinking about….hmmmm….that Finnish band called Steve’n’Seagulls and their version of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck.
Me: What? You are so full of shit.
Me: I told you
Brain: Fine, you caught me, now start “elipticalling”
Me: Are you 13 years old?
Brain: As a matter of fact I am, now get going
Me: I’m going, calm down
Brain: Let’s go faster Fat Man
25 minutes later
Me: Whoa that was a good session today
Brain: Absolutely Fat Man. The leg units are reporting a serious case of “jelly legs.”
Me: I can believe it, that was great.
Me: Come on man.
Brain: Okay, sorry….boobie…hehehehe
Me: You are such a pain in the ass
Me: Grow up
Brain: Nope, you can’t make me…..boobie