I've got you, sort of...

Last night at the YMCA HP03 swam at 6:30, which, if you're unfamiliar with the way clocks work, is before 8:00 -- at which time the pool is all lap swimming. Pre-8:00PM two lanes are open for water classes and hanging out. Last night, the aqua aerobics class was going on. While HP03 is quick to congratulate herself on her improvements in the water, she struggled against the wavepool created by the aqua-cizers. She felt like a Navy rescue swimmer. Top notch athletes whom we know -- after HP04's social run-in with a faux rescue swimmer -- are good at "fucking and saving lives."

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Two sidenotes:

Did you know that a group of hippopotamuses is called a bloat?

"Last night I did my sprints in the pool and I was fucking torpedo." HP01