One of the consequences of going far too regularly to LMP is that sometimes one doesn’t notice how people have changed.
Take Jasmine for instance. She’s always been a delightful girl, but at what point did she turn into the stunning young woman she is today? This thought struck me as she greeted me yesterday at the start of another weekly workout for LQ.
But no time to reflect further. Pressganged by Herself into the arms of the tag team Jesting Princess Jewels and Year of the Cat girl Lorena it was seconds out, round one. And it was no contest. Tag team wins, knockout well before the bell.
LQ obviously in need of more practice. So off to visit my personal trainer Sarah for a wonderful, vigorous, cardiac arrest inducing, steamy session. Where does that lady get her stamina from? Personal trainer wins on points.
After a long attachment to the oxygen cylinder and a spell as Herself’s perving slave, time to try some gentle resusitation with Raj’s PCD Shamilla. A delicate Celtic version of the Gujji Chup Chup produced a light shudder and a squeak from PCD.
Unfortunately as PCD elegantly disengaged, the first thing LQ saw was Bigguy sitting there in all his, well, Biggieness. The impact of this vision was that the good ship John Thomas went down with all hands on board and not even PCD’s phantom finger could save her.
No matter, LQ was done for by this stage. Now some things don’t change.
Once again thanks to toutes les girls, M, Moss and Chris for making LMP a much better alternative to membership of David Lloyd Centres.
Oh - I almost forgot - this week’s music track. A tough call, but I think it has to be this little reggae number.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p0M4J849dmA&feature=related
I’m not going to say who it’s for in public - but you know who you are!
Cusses
lq
