I literally sit there in gym, and think to myself. "I'm should do a sick flip and kick the ball into the net, then I'll impress my pears". Then I think. "I'll fall on my face and break my neck or something.
Sometimes I do 360's in my living room like I'm in call of duty and my sensitivity is on 10 to impress my various fruits, then I realise I'm 40 years old in my mothers basement.
At least I have enough good boy points for a chicken tendie and sauce dindin tonight!