Just did 45 minutes on the treadmill and……..

…….swam a couple of laps at this club I belong too. Anyway, in the gym, who do I run into? You got it, Chris Norton. He let his hair grow into this mid-neck Dutch boy number. He was wearing this wife-beater with baggies. He had some guns on him although I remarked I could still beat his ass.. He quipped “Ya, okay ol’ man, you beat azz, I tass it.” I said, “I think I know what you mean by ‘azz’ but I don’t know what ‘tass’ is.” He goes, “Tass, you know, tass it?” I finally got a clue. “You mean ‘tax’ it?” He says “Thas’ what I said, tass it. Don’t you hear too good?” I’m like “Norton, you’re one speech-impediment mother fucker, you know that.” He didn’t hear me though. He’d gotten up and gone over to the juice bar were the new female trainer was standing. Later, I saw Chris’ 5-speed, silver Camaro peel out with her sitting shotgun.