#8 2-10-99

By the time I got to my bicep
I began to radiate a primitive stink
I sensed the wanted to rip off my jogging shorts
So I rushed for the deodorant
But my mating call had already been called
He snuck into the steam room and
Started whipping it around like a lion tamer
I swear, he snuck into the steam room and
Tried poking me like the Holy Ghost
He said "I'm a mid-life crisis, fag"
I can’t resist the teenage stink
Now, my bicep was the last muscle that needed
Attention and my training would be complete