as i finished working out today at the gym downtown i stopped for a quick pee and to my discovery....the advertisement sitting in front of my face on the back of the stall's door was selling plastic surgery to me from a new office in yorkville.
why is it that when you're trying to work out and feel good about yourself something literally slaps you in the face to remind you of imperfections.
i'd much rather see an ad telling me to get my ass out in that tight dress and hit up the newest lounge in Toronto.
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