Friday, January 06, 2006

A Three Act "Play" About Little Black Tank and the Stretching Machine

Act 1: There is a man at your gym who is built like a tank. Like a little black tank. When your gym was closed and you had to go to the gross musclehead gym that smelled like pit, he was there. You always notice him, not just because he is a Little Black Tank, but also because he seems to be a personal trainer for halfway house residents. Every time you see him he is working out with a different fat man. All of the fat men smell like cigarette smoke, and you swear the Mexican one he works out with sometimes is drunk. None of them appear employed or employable.

Act 2: read Act 2 here!


Blogger Sophie T. Mishap said...

Ha! The disturbing thing is I can relate. BUT I wouldn't be able to write a play about it as well. Maybe that's why you get paid the big bucks.

P.S. Please don't yell at me for not posting on your other 'diary'.

3:24 PM  
Blogger Worker #3116 said...

Your comments are dead to me.

3:40 PM  
Blogger Sophie T. Mishap said...

Damn it! And right when they've decided to do away with Limbo!

4:12 PM  

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