exotic dancer

i have been attacking the gym tirelessly for a couple of months and
have been rewarded with a couple of pounds lost. pounds i gained
because of stress-related conditions working at Convergys.

in any case, i have been doing the spinning classes in all its variant,
kick some imaginary ass in the punch bag sessions, get some
coordination in the nike step workout and even managed to
squeeze my ass, err... squeeze some running in the covered
track.

the ladies in the gym have been unsuccessful in getting me to
join the hip-hop class (irony of all irony, this is one of the highest
impact workout that burns tons of calories but you need to
be fit before joining this class. a slightly rotund man - ok,
bordering on obese, doing the funky move is uh... ah...
it is a sight that can cause the biblical blindness), the ballroom
(the salsa reminds me of the sweet, tangy stuff i put on my
mexican burrito, the tango sounds way too close to mango
for comfort).

lately, they have been trying to get me to join the belly dancing
classes. now, this class is... uh... well, i certainly qualify for that.
i have the belly. i only have one condition in joining the class,
they change the name from belly dancing, to PORK belly dancing.

am pretty sure no one would sign up for that class.

ang baboy mo! ang baboy baboy moooooo!

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