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"Let me paint you a little picture. You&amp;#x27;re five minutes late to spin class. You have to take a front-row bike within dripping distance of the teacher. You adjust it so hurriedly you look like a broken doll once you&amp;#x27;re on, but that&amp;#x27;s the breaks. And you forgot your water. It&amp;#x27;s official: your spin class has gone from its normal threshold-of-hell status to pure agony. Then: Bradley Cooper walks in. And ten minutes later, somewhere between Ke$ha and Katy Perry, the top of the hill and the bottom of it--when you&amp;#x27;ve finally adjusted to the fact that OMGOMGOMGOMG BRADLEY COOPER IS IN THIS CLASS HE&amp;#x27;S USING A BIKE JUST LIKE ME--the man peels his shirt off. I should probably pause here to tell you I&amp;#x27;m not just workshopping a rough draft of an erotic novel starring someone named Cadley Brooper. This spinning thing? This happened. At a New York SoulCycle. Yesterday morning. The women in the class dealt the way anyone would. Like this: Source And this: Source And this: Source And this: Source And probably a little of this: Source The Post reports that some of them literally toppled off their bikes. Source The women not in the class are still working through their issues of jealousy and regret. Let this be the cautionary tale that strikes fear in the heart of every snooze-button-hitting spinning slacker. Because those who flaked on their 7:30 SoulCycle sesh yesterday shall be haunted by their decision their whole lives long. For them, and for those who fear that exercising and seeing Bradley Cooper at the same time might be too much strain on the heart: we offer these pictures of Bradley looking fine. Take a deep breath, slow that heart rate, and click. Photo: IMDB, Tumblr, Fame/Flynet"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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