Usain Bolt just finished training program at the Center of Spermatogenesis in Seminiferous Tubule, Illinois. A quick ride in the collecting duct brought him to the Epididymis Hotel and Inn. After his stay at the Inn Bolt finally felt mature enough to run the most difficult race of his life. “And they’re off!!!” said the announcer as the starting pistol stimulated the beginning of the triathlon for Bolt and 300 million other contestants down West Vas Deferens Trail. Soon after the race began Bolt began to feel tired thought to himself, “I don’t know if I can even make it to the ejaculatory duct pit stop!” But then his luck changed. A group of bystanders dressed in ‘Seminal Vesicle’ t-shirts were kind enough to give Bolt fructose and prostaglandins to help him move more and propel himself when…show more content… Nonetheless, Bolt’s luck only kept increasing. A band of prostate cancer advocates had buffer wet suits for sale right at the start of Urethra Avenue. Now Bolt was prepared to combat the acid in the swimming portion coming up in his near future. But first came the biking segment. Bolt hoped on his bike joyous of all he’d accomplished thus far. He went to start up again when he realized the bike was beginning to rust and needed lubrication pronto! A man ran up to him “Hello contestant 763060,” he said as he read Bolts number off of his race number bib. “I can’t help but notice that you’re having some troubles with a rusty bike. My name is Mr. Cowper and I think I can help you with that if you’d like.” Bolt nodded and Mr. Cowper proceeded to give him a bottle of a clear mucous-y substance that Mr. C said was “just the lubrication you need to ride.” With that Bolt finished the bike down the ever so long Urethra Avenue, zipped past the famous the Glans Penis Museum and launched himself into the swim at Vagina Lake.
