Oof, we know how you feel, Dolly. Slip on a bit of D&G sporting clobber, and wham-diddly-am the sweat just comes a-pourin’. It’s like a physiological reaction to the mere idea of exercise and/or go-faster stripes. We also find that all we need to do to get the tits/biceps combo, as modelled up there by our boyfriend David Gandy, is just slip into D&G sporting nick-nacks.
And shock horror of shock horrors, we’d actually pay real life cash dollar for this D&G sporting clobber. Or, ‘Dolce & Gabbana Gym’, as it’s also known as. Though not necessarily for the dolly boxing clobber (see after break), ’cause that’s just silly.
And that revelation, ladies, calls for more perving over our boyfriend (we’re willing to share, within reason) in post-work out mode/in post-having water sprayed on him during a photo-shoot mode…
*white wees into current H&M gym clobber*
Not unlike the pre-clubbing 6pm-on-a-Friday crowd in the changing rooms at Soho Gyms Cov Gar.
I hate that crowd. I’m allowed to say that, some of them are my friends.
Things that are wrong with David Gandy in this photoshoot.
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List complete.
And the Soho Gym crowd? They wish they were him, but they’re not. S’just reality. They should remember that as they interact with the rest of the world.
lulu – you seem like a nice girl, get better friends.
Hi! lov u ….
what’s a gym?