A regular day at the gym… or is it?

“Look at that guy over there.”

“He’s so lame.”

“What is that, a bag full of iPods? Blue, Red, Black… is that Pink? A Pink iPod?”

“It’s not even an iPod. It’s a Sandisk Clip 2GB MP3 Player.”

“2GB? That’s only like ten albums worth of music. Who works out with only ten albums?”

“Yeah. How can a person survive on that? What if he suddenly wants to hear some Belinda Carlisle?”

“Belinda Carlisle?”

“Yeah… because that’s… what a guy like him would listen to. I bet. Not me.”

“Oh, right on. For a second I thought you meant-”

“Hey, I figure he’s got an FM radio on that thing too. Maybe he’s listening to the radio. Or as I call it, Loseradio.”

“Yeah. Listening to Beloser Carloseisle on the built in FM Radio.”

“Hey, lay off.”

“What?”

"Lay off Belinda Carlisle.”

“What? I was just-”

“Just LAY OFF!! OKAY, BRO? BECAUSE SHE SURVIVED A HELL OF A LOT MORE THAN YOU DID! ALL RIGHT? LAY OFF!”

“Hey, hey, calm down, man. I didn’t mean anything. Oh, now that guy’s staring at us.”

“SHE FOUGHT OFF DEMONS, BRO! SHE HAD DEMONS AND SHE FOUGHT THEM OFF. SHE MADE HEAVEN IN A PLACE ON EARTH. YOU CAN’T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM HER, NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO.”

“Everybody’s staring at us now.”

“YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU KNOW WHAT? I’M GLAD! I’M GLAD THEY’RE STARING! HEY, GUY, I WANT THAT PINK SANSA. I DON’T CARE THAT IT’S A REFURB, THAT ONLY MAKES IT BETTER. IT OVERCAME ITS DEMONS TOO. AND THAT’S WHAT LIFE IS ABOUT. NOT ABOUT JUDGEMENT. NOT ABOUT CALLING A TALENTED RECORDING ARTIST STUPID NAMES.”

“Whatever, man, nobody cares. Use the pink iPod-”

“IT’S A SANSA! SANSA SANSA SANSA! WHO’S THE LOSER NOW, HUH? WHO’S THE REAL LOSER NOW?”

”...so what, I need to get somebody else to spot me?”

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