He tried again. The damn thing just wasn’t going in. He’d been trying to push it in for the last half hour with no success. He wondered how he’d got himself into this predicament. All he wanted was to have some fun, just like the good old days. Maybe he was too old for all this.
Wait a second, he wasn’t old, what was old was the object of his affection, increasingly becoming merely the object of his irritated attention. He tried pushing it in once more.
Truth be told, he’d always been used to doing it from the top in the good old days, but that one’d died on him a while back.This frontal attack was something new to him, though his friend had told him it wasn’t anything radically different when he loaned him his item – one used to such moves. For only one day, he’d said quite forcefully.
Quite apparently, his friend had no idea of the subtle differences. He gave up. It just wasn’t worth it, he thought, as he switched the DVD player on. He’d remember to give his friend a piece of his mind, when he returned the damn front loading vhs system!!
until next time, cardio video
VHS? man this post is a blast from the past! 🙂
hence the term ‘good ol days’ 🙂