On a related topic, I’m fat. About 10-15 pounds fat. Not sure when all that blubber arrived on the scene, but there’s no denying it’s here. Finally had to acknowledge it tonight at yoga. Was in the middle of a downward dog and my midsection exploded like a cherry. I honestly thought I fractured my stomach. And to make matters worse, my chin has doubled in the last week. I’m not too worried about him though. He’s all vodka and whiskey and milk. I’ll pop his ass like a blister. As for the triglyceride glued to my midsection, that shit needs a bailout. I wonder if Obama has any ideas. He’s looking pretty buff these days. Anyways, wish me luck.
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Throw me a dime, throw me a line
'Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues
I hear you moan, I hear you moan, I hear you moan
The Bar Method will save you from your fat self. long lean thighs, a lifted seat (hot ass) and FLAT ABS.
appreciate that CAW.
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