Every Monday-Thursday I go workout with my sister in the evenings. It’s become a ritual and has not only brought us closer together, but it gives us a break from work, kids and computers. Last night we went through an upper body workout pecs, delts, triceps, biceps, lats. I was finishing up my workout on the lateral raise machine and My sister started giggling. I finished my set, good for me, it wasn’t easy because she was really losing it. You know those chuckles with the red face and shaking shoulders that make you want to join in even without knowing what they are laughing about?
I finish my set and she pulls out her phone and starts taking a pic of the machine next to us. My sister is a bit of an arteest when it comes to her pics. She has a certain flair for it regardless what our mother thinks. (Although I can’t really blame my mother. There was the time she got a text pic of a penis shaped water puddle from my sister and then a picture of my sister taking a picture of the penis shaped puddle from me. And the time she got the picture of the cool tree leaf and the picture of me taking a picture of the cool tree leaf. Okay in all fairness, I can see where she might question our artistic abilities.).
My sister looks at me and says, “Someone drew a penis on the machine.” I look and sure enough…there was a penis on the machine. Who draws on a weight machine? And why a penis? I admit they are one of my favorite subjects too, but on a weight machine? My response was to giggle and tell her, “Call it a cock.” She informed me that cock sounded dirty. Personally, I think the word penis sounds silly.
So my sister decides we should tell the attendant. I tell her, “Please say cock when you tell him.” She says, “No. That word sounds so dirty.” Me: “Hey! That’s my favorite word.” Her: “Any genitalia word that starts with c sounds nasty.” Me: “I dare you to say cock.” She walks up to the front desk as I’m doing my next set, both of us still giggling mind you, and points back toward me and the machine. The attendant and his friend glance back with huge smiles on their faces. I laughed even harder and had to cut my set short. My sister comes back with the attendant and his companion in tow, we gather around this machine giggling like a bunch of twelve year-olds and discuss how to get the “penis”—I can’t believe she won’t use the word “cock”—off of the machine. It was one of the most bizarre and fun workouts I’ve had to date. And it brought up an interesting question. Are their any anatomy words you absolutely hate? Do certain words make you cringe?
Written by JL Langley
JL is a full-time writer, with over ten novels to her credit. Among her hobbies she includes reading, practicing her marksmanship (she happens to be a great shot), gardening, working out (although she despises cardio), searching for the perfect chocolate dessert (so far as she can tell ALL chocolate is perfect, but it requires more research)
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