Post Workout Road Rage

I just got home from one of the best workouts in a long time! no surprise seeing you just sitting on your ass! i can't help but tell you about the sets and reps in detail regarding my workout, flexing and talking about my strength the whole time. the weight just felt so light today! my tanned, sweaty skin only accentuating my muscles while i flex and show them off while talking to you. i even tell you about how guys walked up to me in the gym telling me i was their motivation. so, there i was, a great workout, endorphins and serotonin running high! i get in my car to make the only 2 mile drive home, and a guy had the nerve to cut me off! i wasn't going to let it bother me, until i wanted him to realize who he just cut off. i needed to put this motherfucker in his place. so i cut him just like he did to me. i took off my shirt and explained how he could have hurt someone, or, worse, ruin a womans gym high. and that's exactly what he did! the look on his face when i got out of the car was priceless. you get a play by play of just what sort of road rage my new found temporary boy toy got to experience. i pry off my sports bra that's restricting my pumped muscles, showing my powerful fists of fury, making you look at me and my rippling, bouncing bare pecs. not that you weren't already fixated on them. after my rant and rave, it's time to make some food to fuel these overworked muscles. i couldn't even rely on you to have dinner ready for me!