Do Not Overmix

Today the locker room at the gym was infested with little girls, about age 5, who were there for some swimming class.

"Okay," I thought, "Whatever." So I began to change out of my sweaty clothes. Around me, some girls played keep-away with the other girl's underwear. She ran around, vagina everywhere, screaming, "GIMME MY UNDAHWEAH!"

I decided to ignore it. I keep changing.

Then I notice the same exact girls standing in the corner, pointing at my breasts and laughing.

I shoved my shirt back on and decided to let them leave before changing further.

And it made me late to class.

Just in case you were wondering.