woo!

- Oh shit, it's that old man with the really big dick.

- What?  I have a big dick.

- Oh, I have a big dick too.  

- That one?  He looks like a lizard. 

- Guess this'll be my lane.  I can cope with his speed.  There's one down there you can share with the old lady.

- Seems like the only option.  Maybe the killer klown from outer space will get tired and then I can get some real exercise.  

- All right.  See you in a bit.

- Wait.  I know your guy.  I've seen him walking into the gym.

- Yea, he's the one that always sounds like Ric Flair in the showers.

- Maybe he has Tourette's.  He always struck me as kind of meek.

- That's cause he didn't strike you with his really big dick.

- Oh, I have a big dick.

- Yea I have a big dick too.

- No, I meant his walk—there's something soft and outstandish in how he carries himself. 

- Clothed.

- I thought he might be a serial killer...or moonlighting satanic.

- No man, he's got nothing to be angry about.

- Not in the showers.

- I got angry at him the other day.  Uncomely bastard almost roundhoused me when he swung around.  I said, Watch it!

- Woo!

- Him and his really big dick.

- Oh I have a really big dick.

- Yea I have a big dick too.

- Man, when I pass under a bridge on the interstate, there's a sign that says, "His Dick Okay."