It's not unusual that I start my mornings off at work in tears, but it is however unusual for me to enter a laughing fit that leads to tears (of laughter, not boredom).
Some asshole in a polo and CARGO PANTS found it necessary to jazzercise in-front of California Pizza Kitchen in Beverly Hills at 10:45 a.m. (This statement continually amazes the shit out of me, no matter how many times I read it).
He was out there for a good 10 minutes exercising (?) and kicking while holding onto a parking meter for support. My co-worker said that he does this all the time and has been doing it for years. This guy must be cut from marble under his blue polo and, once again, CARGO PANTS!
I don't wanna see that!
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