exercise.

waaaaah. lemme just say this first:

exercise is the fifth horse of the Apocalypse.

now, being a "night gamer" my natural habitat is my basement. where I spend my days between playing "0ld sk00l" atari and SNES games, and teasing people on whirled.

I am NOT a morning person.

so you can guess, that when my mother gave me a gym club membership, I freaked out.

Thanks, mother.

now let me just say something about gyms: they are just big, bulging ego trains.

you get big, buff ANGRY people in there every day, shouting at each other, "can YOU f33l THE PA1N!!!!!!!!1" or "a'hm pumping mah guns!!!#@436".

what the hell does that even mean?

and THEN you've got to endure watching guys working out or hopping around like bunnies to "oldies".

and THEN they go and pump their "guns", which are already full to bursting point,

and THEN they go and have one of those disgusting so-called "health smoothies" which looks like the love child of sultana bran and horse crap.

tastes like it too.

so now you see why I declined the gym membership.

after the first day.

at the time of writing, I am sitting in my cold basement, trying to pwn nubs, make crappy flash videos and tease people in whirled.

and you know, I couldn't be happier.

from the cheezel stained desk of helio.