Monday, October 06, 2008


It’s not the best job in the world, but it has its little satisfactions. Watching my clients develop and grow, learning to work new muscle groups.

It’s not Olympic gold, but my career options went South after a handful of my prize athletes got nailed by the Steroid Police. At least my work as a personal trainer pays the bills.

“Squeeze! Yeah, that’s it. Ten more seconds.”

My clients are tough, but most of ’em eventually make good progress. I don’t even care when one of ’em pees. In fact, I’m glad.

Hank Stanley, Personal Toilet Trainer. Pleased to meetcha.

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