Uggs and sneakers trampling slave

You didn't stick it, you gotta stick it.

Again, do it again.

No way.

I like skipping gym class.

I'd rather stay in shape.

On my own time.

Do you notice the coach staring at my legs

the whole time in class?

Ew!

He's always asking me to jump hurdles and bend over,

like when I start my races, to bend over,

and I'm not starting in that position.

No kidding.

You like jumping on your hurdles, don't you?

I like jumping on my hurdles, exactly.

I never clear my hurdles, ever.

Right?

You know, I gotta say, co-ed gym classes

are a little bit not my thing.

I like just having one man in my gym class,

only one man, so I can give them the best attention.

One boy in my gym class, that's it.

Only one boy.

All the attention to one boy, no hands, balancing.

My legs are killing me from that jump.

Me too.

I think I wanna try it again, though.

I think I wanna try it from further

and actually really stick the landings.

Or, oh, you're standing out of space, excellent.

Wish our coach would shut up like that.

Yeah.

Do it again, girls, do it again.

Do it better, clear it faster, stronger, harder.

Harder, definitely, that one I agree with.

That one I agree with.

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