My Genius Idea: VI ( and some stuff about Ding)

I just wanted to let everyone know that I have received a very positive response from my People that look like Things and Other People post a few months back. It was so successful, in fact, that people are actually starting to refer to Ding as Turk now in his home town of "The Good Land" i.e. Milwaukee.

To mess with my friends is one of the main focuses of this blog. In the spirit of this hazing, I have entered Ding into a contest sponsored my NBC. The hit sitcom Scrubs has decided to let the audience name the future baby of Turk and Carla.

I have submitted a convicing argument to the producers of Scrubs to name the baby "Dingeldein". My case is simple, yet effective. Dingeldein looks exactly like Turk. Case closed. End of Story. You heard it here first.

The Garage
I breathed a heavy sigh as I let the bar down on the squat rack.

I didn’t know how many more repetitions I could handle but I knew I had to continue the farce. I wanted to be in a middle of a set when Aaron returned yonder. The look on his face would be worth all the gold in Eldorado.

Aaron religiously practiced the art of muscle blasting. He has carefully crafted and accumulated many iron oddities to isolate and build muscles in the body that probably remain dormant in most people throughout their entire existence. Anything that deviates from his muscle manufacturing philosophy (like wearing gloves or doing bicep curls) irritates him to extreme measures.

Which is exactly why I was performing quadriceps exercises in the front of my driveway during rush hour traffic. For Aaron, weight lifting was a solo spiritual experience of metaphysics and stamina, not an egregious display of showmanship.

As I expected, he was most perturbed by my utter lack of respect for his equipment. The bird was promptly flipped in my general direction. The sweat factory would never be the same again.